Snippet #2189627

Derran shambled about the streets as he observed the destruction on his way back to Leradine Manor. Much like the base, it was only surface damage and even further away the signs of conflict could barely even be noticed. One would have to see the smoke near the center of town to understand something went wrong. It seemed the forces at work were only interested in targeting the base and of course sending some sort of message. If they wanted to destroy all of Radiant Garden it wouldn't have been all that difficult for them, considering how easily they toyed with them. Derran acted like a fool, believing that he and the others were the powerful defenders he claimed them to be. If Maverick and Nazo hadn't the restrictions previously placed on them, they would have wiped them out. The very thought of those two and their words burned within Derran, like a raging forest fire. Derran was nearing home and nearing some medical help but before he reached the front door a light caught his attention.

Near the castle grounds a bright light, brighter than any he's seen comes forth from the sky. As if some sort of divine intervention was made from prayer it shined across Radiant Garden. As if the name of this world wasn't already enough. The light lasted for a moment and then it faded. Derran had to shield his eyes from the event and even then he found himself blinking for a few moments. Gaining his vision, he squinted his eyes to see if he could spot something. From the angle he was at, it seemed as if the strange event produced nothing. Something had to have caused that, beams of bright light don't shoot down from the sky for no reason. Whatever the case Derran was gradually becoming weaker and he knew at this rate he would pass out before he reached the castle. As much as Derran would investigate this phenomena he cannot. Derran had to ignore it for the time being as he entered the estate.

Derran reached inside the manor and was immediately greeted by his father, Oster. "Son!" "What are you doing here!?" "You cannot be possibly done with-" Oster was caught off seeing his son's wound. "My dear boy!" Derran was about to collapse as Oster ran to his side and propped him up. "Miranda, get over here now!" Oster shouted for the family servant. "Please father, I'm alright enough to walk." Derran spoke weakly. "Don't be ridiculous Derran your injured and you've lost a lot of blood!" Oster spoke sternly but concerned. "Miranda!?" "Miranda where are you!?" "Get in here now!" Oster commanded at the top of his voice and a humble woman came sprinting down the hall. "My dear boy what happened!?" Miranda frightfully asked. "My son is injured get him to his room and get his injuries dressed now!" Oster commanded. "Yes of course!" Miranda confirmed as she held Derran up. "Come on now young master we must stop the bleeding." Miranda softly spoke as she carried him. "Worry not my son." Oster spoke from behind as he gently took Lineage from Derran's grasp. Derran slightly fought him but ultimately let go of the sword. "I'll take good care of Lineage just take care of yourself!" Oster called out as the two disappeared.

Several other servants cleared Derran's bed as they undressed him and began to examine his wound. There was much chatter mostly over what happened today and about Derran's wound. There was much concern and even some tears could be seen but Derran was fading in and out to hear anything coherent. Soon Derran passed out. He was still alive, if not just weak at the moment. It was some time but they dressed his wound, stitched it up and placed bandages upon it. Derran remembers being awoken slightly for him to take some medicine in case of infection. For the time being Derran was asleep in his room recovering from today's events. Derran couldn't help but stir in his sleep. While he appeared peaceful on the outside, on the inside a tempest of emotions was raging. Anger, grief, guilt, and disappointment raged within. After all of his training, after all of the Alliance's work it was nothing compared to the attack! Two people brought the Alliance to their knees within moments! And they also took down the Key Wielders with such swiftness as well!? Derran couldn't help but curse the situation and yet he still is reminded of that light. Just what was that light? Was it a sign of good things to come? Or is it just more trouble? Derran doesn't know. He wants to know but he can't force his body to awaken. Even if he is ready mentally, physically he needs time to recuperate. Derran rested even though his mind wasn't at ease.