Sorry about the missed day. Been a little distracted of late. I can only hope this mood improves by the time I start NaNoWriMo.
Eighteen months later, their small army marched into Helena with Sonya and Linden at their head, but they didn’t see a soul. They pressed on, Sonya feeling uneasy, until they reached the central square.
“This is a mistake.” Sonya breathed.
No sooner than she had finished whispering those words, a screaming mob of Rutilus and dark magicians had surrounded them. Sonya found herself taken back to the night of the raid on the Palace, watching as people were slaughtered. Not again. It wouldn’t happen again. She surged forward, throwing attacks at her enemies and watching them fall. Her recruits followed her into the chaos. She suffered blows on her back, front and legs but kept going until she found herself against the tall Palace gates. Sonya turned to see hundreds of Rutilus pressing towards her, and she couldn’t keep them at bay.
What can I do? What can I do? Sonya thought. A Rutilus threw an attack, and she was blown into unconsciousness.
Linden saw this happening and used his magic to shoot a blue flare into the sky. This was the signal to retreat.
“What about Sonya?!” Orika yelled above the din.
“She’s gone! There’s nothing we can do!” With that, he teleported back to the base.
Orika ignored him and dived into the mass. With the aid of some other recruits who did not want to lose their leader, she retrieved Sonya’s body and finally retreated.
To Be A Magician 