Snippet #1177446

Giera looked around but didn't see any more soldiers at this point. She ignored the dwarf going over to the village well. She took a bucket that had been left there and filled it with cold water. She took off her claws and washed them in the cool water, and began to wash the blood off her the best she could. She was shaking really bad and she took deep breaths. She left her mask on, not wanting anyone to see her emotions. She looked down at the bloody water. She had never taken a life before. What would her mother and father think now? "Is it so much to ask to just live a boring normal life?" she said quietly to herself. Giera was so tired of bad things happening. Giera had pushed anyone away who had ever tried to help her and she had no one, which meant when bad things happened she only had herself to get through it.

She saw some of the buildings were on fire. She was too afraid to go see if the people were ok. She looked at her reflection. She wasn't 14 anymore. "I don't even know who I am or want to be father" she said softly. She took off her mask and started to cry, too emotionally exhausted. Giera had been fighting for 5 years to bury the past, to forget it, to pretend she was ok. But the truth was she wasn't ok. Her back still hurt everyday, it acted like a tack in her foot, not letting her forget what was done. She wiped her tears away and sloshed the dirty water on the ground and got more clean water from the well.

She washed her face well, feeling a little better. She took a deep breath and looked at the city. There was dead bodies everywhere as well as the sounds of suffering. "Destruction follows me" she said softly. Shortly after the elves saved her a band of orcs attacked, killing their leader and a few others, and burning several homes. Giera sat quietly by the village well for a long while, needing a moment to breathe. "I need help dad" she said softly. She couldn't pretend or act hard anymore, it was beginning to become too much.