Day five. E is for Echo.
Standing on a cliff, Tempest overlooked the desolate battleground below. Bodies lay in twisted positions, swords standing erect through hearts and heads, backs littered with arrows. Black helmets were scattered, some containing heads, others empty. Their enemy coloured in purple were in the same state. Armour lay broken, shattered by shields and swords that lay in heaps around arms cut off at the elbow.
Tempest felt a grin pulling at her lips.
"Tempest!" An echo of a males voice echoed from a cliff directly opposite her. "I will have my revenge!" Each word vibrated through the wind into her ears.
Tempest threw her head back as a guttural laugh poured from her lips, echoing back to Gale.
The ground started to rumble beneath Gale, his fists clenched at his side. It tumbled across the valley, stirring the bodies.
Tempest narrowed her eyes and the blood of the fallen began to circle, a whirlpool of crimson swirling and sucking up limbs in its course. The earth churned beneath her, she merely shifted and planted her feet; she would not let the magic of an earth Mage to destroy her.
Gale snarled. He would not fall to the blood of his kin. He would protect their legacy; he would live on.
Tempest smiled. "Goodbye," she called and her angelic voice echoed across the valley.
Gale's eyes widened as the whirlpool of gore shot straight through his heart. The ground stilled. Gale gasped. Blood clogged his throat. He staggered. Dropped to one knee. "Why?" He gurgled, though he didn't think she could hear.
"This is my kingdom," Tempest cried. "I'm taking back what has always been and always will be rightfully mine."
Gale stared across at the black haired beauty. She stood tall, proud, one hand clutching a sword, the other perched on her hip. From here she looked like a princess. He fell to his stomach, his last thought: beautiful.
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