January 24th, 2019

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Sheila

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The room was a whirlwind of death, blood, and fire. I searched around for my allies, but it seemed that we were all swallowed up by our enemies. Everywhere I went, I just slashed, slashed, pushed, and slashed again. It was a slaughter, I didn't even know if I had a piece of skin not coated in blood.

I shoved my sword into the gut of a witch, she made a shriek before sizzling to ash. I didn't even think about it because I was moving onto the next person. Over and over again. The repetition of slash, kill, slash, kill, was getting into my head. The more I killed, the redder my hands got and the darker my mind became.

Before long I was just in an overdrive of death. I dodged the fires of the dragons over head. My goal was to get to Kolgrims twin, who kept moving out of my reach. Death, death, death.

Then someone clashed swords with me. Finally. I felt like I was opening my eyes to my opponent. I then realized, it was Kolgrim. No it can't be Kolgrim. He was dead.

"You killed my brother!" He pushed me back, I stumbled a step and raised my shield. Oh, it was his twin. But... I looked at the battle field, I thought he was over there. He must have finally saw me.

I didn't say anything before I took another swing. He stumbled back, only getting a scrape on his cheek. He was fast. But I was faster. "I'll kill you!" He shouted at me, clashing swords with me once more.

I pushed him back, into one of his men. He gasped when I jabbed my sword into the person behind him. I couldn't have anyone get in the way of me killing him. He dodged my overhead swing, connecting it with the hilt of his own sword. He kicked me in the gut, making me fumbled backwards.

He jabbed at my stomach, but I just smashed my shield into his nose. He grunted, now bleeding from his nose. "Why won't you say anything?" That's when I realized the difference between this man and Kolgrim.

"What's your name?" I grunted blocking his sword with my shield.

"I am Tuathal, and I will kill you for my brother!" Tuathal... the name that means peace, that I knew for sure. My sight that was just darkened by the blood, became just that more clear. Peace. That's why I joined this war. I wanted peace. I didn't want a war.

"I'm sorry," I couldn't help the words from coming out of my mouth. All of the horrible things that Kolgrim has said and done to me. None of that was Tuathal. He was a person caught in the cross fire. Drawn into this war because of his brothers drive for vengeance.

"What?" He gasped, his sword dropping a bit. I didn't go to attack him in his open stance.

"I'm sorry that you lost your brother," I'm not sorry that I killed him. He deserved to die, and was better off dead. Though he didn't need to hear that.

He took a swing at me, it made a loud clash against my sword. Slowly the world around us began to slow down. "What do you know?!" He shouted at me, rage and anger spilling from every word.

The blacks of his eyes, my now red ones, met one another. "I don't know," I pushed him back. "I don't know," I restated, "but I understand," I looked him dead in the eyes, "I understand your anger, and grief. I'm here asking for peace." I raised my shield to my eyes, ready for him to attack again. "Only you can give our world that."

His eyes falter, looking at the people who had gathered around us. They realized that if I kill him, the war would be over. There would be no General to lead them. It would be a slaughter.

Sure I could kill him, though that would just raise another war. If I save him, have him surrender, turn him into a friend. There would be a lot to gain from that. He lowered his sword.

"Everything I have is gone, all I have now is this war." Life retires back into his arm and I tensed once more for another attack.

"No, now you have so much to gain. You could surrender, make peace with us mythicals, create a world that is good and not evil. You can make a life of your own, rule your own kingdom, live in peace," his body flinched again.

"You are not going to kill me?" I laughed at that.

"You would have been dead ten times over if I was trying to kill you." Sure I did start with the drive to kill him. Though that desire to kill just flowed out of me like water the second I realized what I stood for. "I'm here for peace." I lowered my shield.

Yes I've changed. The world that I have lived in for the past year has changed me, for better and for worse. Though there are still some morals that have remained the same from the moment I left that house.

He placed his sword into his scabbard and I placed mine in my own. He raised out a hand, "for peace," uncertainty I held out my own, my shield limp in my grasp.

"For peace."

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After that, it was a whirlwind of meetings and signings and treaties. We were back at the elves castle, the peaceful green is probably the only thing keeping me going. That and one other person. Anyways, Tuathal, now known as my friend Tully, has been known to converse only with me. Which means that I had to be at every meeting, and I was dying.

I groaned, rubbing my temples, "I just want a nap," I wanted to bang my head against the wall and knock myself out. My mate looked down at me, wrapping his arm around me.

"You are doing good." He smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. In a second my drowsiness was gone. A new form of energy was pumping through me.

"Sheila!" Xion came running down the hall, he had returned to his normal self, it seemed that the war had just taken a toll on him. "Oh Zaivinth," he looked at Zaivinth, then back to me.

"'Oh Zaivinth'," he mocked Xion. "You say that like I'm not your oldest friend." He towered over Xion who towered over me. I smiled weakly and lightly hit his arm.

"What's going on Xion?" I wrapped my arms around my mate, resting me cheek on his arm.

"Tuathal is requesting your audience." Xion spoke and I couldn't hold back my groan. I ran a hand down my face and contained my anger, I'm not shooting the messenger.

"I decided to rest for one meeting..." I hugged Zaivinth for support and energy. "It's like the world can't function," I snuggled into his chest. All I wanted to do was spend time with my mate.

"Anyways, I expect you there in five minutes, hopefully the world doesn't go to hell before then." Xion said before retreating back down the hall.

"When this is all over, let's go back to the cave." I wanted to go back to the place that started all of this.

"Ah, but aren't you forgetting something?" I raised an eyebrow. Did I forget my sword? I put a hand on my belt and found my sword. What about my shield? I reached a hand to my back and found my shield. Sure the "war" was over. Though we cant be certain about anything with the high tension going on now.

Elves rushed past us as we walked, running to the room we were going too. I had to admire the elven way, they like getting things done, and done instantly. It's a little ironic that Xion is the face of their people. As smart as he is, he was insanely lazy, until it came to keeping everyone else in line. He liked people doing the work for him.

"What am I forgetting?" I squeezed his hand. I smiled up at him. With all the chaos lately, I haven't spent a lot of time with the joy of my life. He squeezed my hand back.

"Your coronation."

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Happy Friday! This week was extremely long. But we made it!

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... just a question... how many kids? And their genders?

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