I need to get new shoes. I can feel all of the rocks of the road beneath my feet, and I can see my sock through a spot on my toe. Oh well. They will just have to wait until I can get new ones. Which we be when I get a job. After I'm done with what I came for.

Several wagons and transports speed by me. I look up, startled. The road had been mostly empty before, a couple of foot travelers maybe. Nothing like this. Huh. That's weird.

A dull beating sound slowly worms its way into the surrounding area. I stop, tilting my head to try and place it. It comes from the east, too far away for me to pick up individual sounds.

I continue on, then stop. I pause for a second, then turn around and head back towards the sound.

Curse it curiosity.

Twigs snap underneath my feet, and immediately I step lighter. If it's one thing you learn on the streets, it's never to let someone hear you're coming. Trees tower overhead, casting dark shadows on the forest floor. I never liked the trees. To mysterious.

As I near the source of the noise, seperate sounds start to come to me. Screams. Gunshots. Explosions.

I'm walking near a battlefield. The thought scares me slightly, but I brush the thought aside. I was going to find out what was happening. Maybe even help.

The forest begins to thin, and I quicken my pace. The noise becomes a cacophony, drowning out the forest sounds.

I finally reach the tree line and look out over a clearing. What I see makes me gasp.

The burning ruins of a large building smoke towards the north. It's too far away to make out details, but it looks like some sort of meeting center. Spread out before me is a battle, with Command and Healing tents set up on the edges. In the middle is the fight, with thousands each battling for their lives and their cause. I see the flag of the Resistance raised over the Command tent to the north, and the flag of Catastrophe to the south.

The Resistance. I cast my mind back to the wanted poster. That is who she is with.

A swarm of lights on the edges of the battlefield catches my attention. Several groups of transports pour out over the opposite hill, crashing into Catastrophe's right flank.

My mouth drops as I realize they are automatons. Not transports. Automatons.

Yes. This is where she is. 

Connie doesn't know that Trixie knows where the Shield is. No one knows who knows where it is, unless they know where it is. (AKA, the protectors of the Shield and only the protectors of the Shield know where it is and who knows where it is.)

Goodness you guys are good!! I've been working on the whole thing for a while, but yes, he might be for Sprocket. I looked up the most popluar guys names in Iceland, and I really liked his name. Viola? I completely agree with your description(I was playing around with different hair types and deicided on messy blonde with a slight curl.) Kudos to you all!!

I see a flashing light somewhere near the top of the hill where the new and rising sun begins to creep from the peak. 

Looking around, no one else seemed to notice it, so I make my way through the lines. I see a man of Catastrophe on a black horse, and I shoot the man before shoving him off and leaping on to the horse. I ride fast, not bothering to look back. Soon I reach a wooded area.

The light was behind a large ridge that could be seen next to the hill, so I use that to judge my distance.

I look around, making sure I am alert as we trot through the path with trees. This is the perfect place for an ambush.

But what I see when I get to the ridge isn't any better.

A girl with curly blonde hair is collapsed on the ground, so I leap off the horse and run up to her. The first thing I do is check her pulse, making sure she's still with me. It's weak but there, and I turn the rest of her around and see the Resistance pin before climbing back up the ridge and looking over. There are abandoned tents everywhere, and trash and weapons and dead bodies littering the camp site. I see dead elves among Catastrophe's flanks, and realise the attack was made by the Elven Resistance. 

I turn back around to the girl and carefully picking her up, running to the horse. I hoist her up and her limp body slouches against the neck of the horse. I climb up behind the girl, and reach my arms around to grab the reigns. I kick at the horse'a sides and we take off.

But soon I hear the sound of more horses galloping behind me, and with a quick glance behind me, realise I am being chased. I take my gun and aim carefully before firing at the first rider I can see at the moment.

Click.

I yell in frustration. My cartridge is empty. I look at the bow and arrow on the girl's back and hesitate before another arrow whizzes past my ear shot by the enemy soldier.

I steal-no, borrow-her bow and arrow, pulling the string back and releasing. One down.

I turn back around and direct the horse to make a swerve and another one, seeing the war zone in the distance. An arrow grazes past my cheek bone, and I hiss as there is a strong sting.

I draw back another arrow and inhale sharply before whipping my head and shoulders around before firing.

Another down.

I keep the horse directed in where it needs to go, and once the direction is hit straight for the medical tent, I twist around again and fire quickly. However, this rider is smart and dodges the arrow with a flick of his shield.

I turn back around and realise that we are nearing the medical tent. I look around and quickly analyse a plan, and it's crazy.

Butnit's the only option.

I take a deep breath and leap off the horse, grabbing the girl. I make sure she doesn't hit the ground too hard, and leave her under the shelter of a damaged flag pole while I roll back around and grab the gun from the nearest fallen soldier. I aim at the horse's flanks and shoot. The rider tumbles off but immediately gets up and points his gun at me.

The sound of gunfire rips through the foggy, war torn air of dawn.

I exhale slowly and pick myself back up, looking over as the man's final figure slumps down.

I then remember the girl.

"Oh Claaws," I mutter silently, with panic rising in my throat. "She's probably dead by now."

I see her and slowly lift her up, checking her pulse again. I let out a sigh of relief to find it beating still.

I run for the medical tent, and a nurse automatically greets me when two other nurses join her. They begin yelling medical terms, and the doctor, Quill, takes the girl and puts her on a medical bed before she is wheeled away. I begin to slowly strand behind them, but a nurse stops me with her clipboard.

"Not now, Commander."

"Who is she?" I ask, watching as she's finally taken beyond the corner.

"Her name's Etoile, Commander. I woulda reckoned you'd have known. She's the half elf, half human one. Good Resistance fighter. Helps to represent at Council meetings. She's the heir of a king, and is trying to reclaim the kingdom. It's hard though, because the two sides that are her family, the elves and humans, like her but not each other. Times are torn, Commander McCullican. How long will it be before we fight the war amongst ourselves?" 

The battle rages before me, and I quickly jolt out of my thoughts. I wouldn't be able to find her unless I proved myself to the Resistance. They probably wouldn't cope well with an eightteen-year-old who probably looked half-insane wanting to see one of their leaders. Yeah. That would go over great.

It's now or never, I think. I had always dreamed of fighting in a real battle, not just some street scuffle. Now I was looking out over a ravaging battle between two forces, one of which I would gladly fight for to gain their trust. She would only be found through trust.

Shaking slightly, I unsheath my seax and drop my pack. The ornamental handle glints in the light from fires burning in the forest, and I am slightly comforted by the familiar weight in my hand.

My gaze snaps up and I start to run.

~

My arm has become heavy, and my clothes so splattered with blood you can hardly tell what color they are. I am sick of seeing the light of life going out of countless people's lives, and I push thoughts of guilt away. I must remain detached and unfeeling.

I see one of the Resistance soldiers fighting off to my left. Two people are engaging him, and it looks like he is about to falter. Quickly, almost without thinking, I hurl my seax like a spear and take down one of the attackers. The soldier then focuses his attention to to other person, quickly cutting them down. 

I run over and yank my seax out of the fallen soldier's back. Wincing at the noise, I turn to the Resistance member.

"Where is command?" I yell.

"Commander Mina is in the the flank. There!" he responds, pointing to his left. I turn and see a Dolor Felis resting behind the attack line.

"Thank you!" I shout as I slowly make my way over.

It takes me a bit  to get to her, as I have to fight a couple of people along the way. Finally, I am within a ten foot radius.

She is fighting a Catastrophe soldier who snuck through the front lines. I jump in and stab him in the back. He falls, and Mina looks at me with gratitude.

"Thanks," she says.

I nod, then quickly get to business.

"Commander Mina, where is Commander Sprocket?" I ask, my voice raised slightly so as to be heard over the battle.

Her face falls.

"In the Med tent. She's beat up pretty bad. She won't be fighting anymore."

My heart goes cold.

"Will she-will she die?" I stutter.

Mina shakes her head.

"No, Quill fixed her up ok. She just probably won't be able to do much for a while."

Our conversation is cut short by a breach in the front line. We say nothing more as we both begin to fight again. 

Wait what?

I said let me out, She repeated.

Fine! look I'm sorry, I should have asked…

And?

I had my reasons you know.

Well let me out

"YOU DON"T HAVE TO SHOUT AT ME!"

"Something wrong mutt? going insane?"

"Shut up!"

I unfuse Heather's SOUL from the sword and broke the necklace.

her SOUL is now free.

but before I saw what happen next.

Pater Iustitiae burst in Yellow.

And just like that. I was blasted away from Catastrope. And landed by the restance medic camp.

my last thought before I blacked out?

"Let me fight my battle Pater"

Writer note.

ok I'm sorry about the control I've done. I need to write something because there was really nothing happening. I mean what two post a day (no offence) and I wanted to rp more.

so ya I'm sorry.

also. did you guys use Translate? or did you see the post I made a long time ago that I was having trouble with the admins (again no offance). eather way… you fiddle the riddle.

however only very few in the story know the truth…

like…. one other.

they will find out.

at the end.

but at least since all of you know now, I can stop saying Pater.

wait I like saying Pater

ugh! I'm babbling again.

signing off! 

~Sunset~

I have been holding down the lion for a few minutes now, and I still don't know…

More later. I am not really feeling like writing.   And what are we going to do with the powers?

I feel my legs. 

And then my arms.

I crack my neck and casually stretch out my limbs.

I let my tail bristle and I smirk.

I take my gun and fire at Catastrophe, shot after shot, not blinking, only advancing.

And just when I got here, he's gone.

I twirl my gun back into its socket and start to head off for the large white tent I saw Alex fly off like an idiot in. I've missed him though. I've missed everyone.

I've missed this. 

I kill about ten soldiers on my way to the tent. Anyone who has the red Catastrophe emblem that stays in my way is dead within a second.

I push up the flaps of the tent and see Alex laying on a white doctor's bed. I don't even notice the looks of shock I get from everyone. 

He starts to stir, and looks around before catching my eye.

"Heather?!"

I give another smirk. "It's good to be back. Now what've I missed?"

Paprika~

I push back the flap of the Emergency Tent. It's more of a building, really, with wood walls and a roof made out of canvas. This is the main tent, but there are countless other smaller rooms spreading out around it. The sounds of battle can still be heard through the walls, and nurses and doctors run around, the stress of a war showing in their faces.

I grab the arm of a nurse nearby. She jumps, and her eyes widen as she looks at me. I imagine I look slightly insane, as she pales when she focuses on my face. 

"Are you hurt?" she barks, surprising me with how firm her voice is. "We don't have a lot of room, and since you're good enough to walk here, I'll just have to have you wait."

"No, no," I say quickly. "I'm not hurt. I was just wondering if I could see someone-"

I take a deep breath. My heart races, and the adrenaline of the battle mixes badly with my terror.

"Someone important to me," I finish. I'm impatient, and I think the nurse notices.

She scowls.

"This isn't a reception hall buddy," she snaps. "Who is it you want to see?"

"Sprocket. Sprocket of SailHaven."

Her face darkens.

"How dare you," she breathes. "Come in here and ask to see a member of head command. Like you run the place. You're just a common foot soldier. Not even that high up by the looks of it. How do I know you won't do something to her while she's hurt? No sir. Go out and do your duty to the Resistance."

She pushes me towards the door, surprisingly strong for her size. I struggle against her, but I'm already tired from the battle and my limbs are weak.

"Please, no!" I shout as she pushes me closer to the exit. "I have to see her! At least tell me she's ok!"

The nurse must have heard my desperation and concern, because her grip loosens.

"She's fine. Just hurt pretty bad. She'll make it hopefully. Do you have something you want to tell her?"

"Just tell her Kristjan is here and that the red guys are tailing. She'll understand."

The nurse nods, then opens the tent flap and pushes me out.