THE PROPHESIED QUEEN: THE RAID

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THE PROPHESIED QUEEN: THE RAID Avery looked around the small village. She and the others had learned that a village was under Abaddon's control. And they had to burn it down. "Ready?" She asked Grim. The hellhound had become her greatest friend over the past few days. ``Can anyone be truly ready?`` Grim asked, tilting his head. "I guess you're right. . ." She sighed and looked at the village once more from her vantage point on the cliff. "But, we have to focus on our mission at the moment." ``Let's go then.`` ~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ The raid started. Some of her army emerged from their hiding. "ATTACK!" She had yelled. They did as she said and charged. Houses burned, people screamed, men scrambled to get weapons, blood was shed on both sides. This was what war was right now to her. To the soldiers. Death. And no mercy. ~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ Avery crept up to a small village house. The pang of guilt she had been feeling was getting stronger, and the voices in her louder. 'Don't do it,' They whispered. 'People are experiencing pain. You don't want that, right?' But it was to late. Blood was already on her hands. Trying to shake of her feelings of pure guilt, she went inside the house she was to assault. As she quietly went through the window, (i.e. Almost made a pot shatter.) she glanced around the room. It was obviously a hall. There were pictures on the walls on the side where she was standing. Curious, she inspects it. The picture held a photo of a family. There was a young girl in the middle and her parentson either side of her. The pang of guilt she had been keeping away took blows on her, each harder than the last. But she couldn't let the guilt bog her down n- "Hello?" Avery instantly whipped her head to sound, brought out her knife, pressed the person against the wall and brought the knife to their throat. The person made a strangled sound. "What are you doing in here?" The person gasped. "Have you been under a rock this whole time?" Avery snarled. "I'm part of the raid, the leader in fact." The girl began trembling even worse. "S-so what are you going to do to m-me?" Avery studied her carefully. She was a girl with brown hair and brown eyes. When she smiled, her eyes probably would've sparkled, but now they were filled with fear. Avery was sure that was what she had looked like before; a girl, scared and hopeless, unsure if she would survive. She had promised herself she would spare no one, but how was she supposed to destroy a girl's life like Abbadon did to her? She couldn't do this. She dropped the knife. The girl stared at her. "Go." Avery said, her voice brittle and bitter. "I give you mercy that was not granted to me. GO!" The girl bobbed her head, mumbled some thanks, and scrambled out of the window. Avery watched as she went. ~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ Avery stared at the wall as the generals distributed the loot. Though many were lost, at least one had survived. That had to count for something, right? 'It's not over yet,' Avery reminded herself. 'for me or her.' But right now, she had to be content. Content that the girl was okay, at least for now.