A Night of Dragon Wings
“"Piri!" he shouted. "Stars damn it, Piri! Where are you?" A few others had joined him. Treale walked among bodies across the ruins, armor sooty, also calling the healer's name. Many others searched for survivors: mothers cried the names of their children, wives called for husbands, and even griffins cawed and searched for their fallen comrades. Bayrin moved among the crowds in a haze. His heart would not slow down nor his fingers stop trembling.
"Damn it, Piri!" He shouted himself hoarse. "Piri, where are you?" Clouds roiled overhead, and rain began to patter. Blood ran in rivulets between the corpses. Rainwater streamed off fallen trees and walls. Bayrin walked around a great, smashed carving of a stoic face—it was large as a dragon—and over the roots of a fallen tree. Dead nephilim lay around him.
"Piri!" he shouted, seeking her in the mud and ruin.
"Bayrin?" Her voice was so soft, so timid and afraid, that tears leaped into his eyes.
He ran toward her voice. He found ...her beneath a fallen wall. The stones buried her up to her chest. She looked up at him, only one arm free, and smiled softly. Her head lay in the mud, rainwater flowing around it. Blood soaked her healer's robes.MoreLess
"Damn it, Piri!" He shouted himself hoarse. "Piri, where are you?" Clouds roiled overhead, and rain began to patter. Blood ran in rivulets between the corpses. Rainwater streamed off fallen trees and walls. Bayrin walked around a great, smashed carving of a stoic face—it was large as a dragon—and over the roots of a fallen tree. Dead nephilim lay around him.
"Piri!" he shouted, seeking her in the mud and ruin.
"Bayrin?" Her voice was so soft, so timid and afraid, that tears leaped into his eyes.
He ran toward her voice. He found ...her beneath a fallen wall. The stones buried her up to her chest. She looked up at him, only one arm free, and smiled softly. Her head lay in the mud, rainwater flowing around it. Blood soaked her healer's robes.MoreLess
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