Snippet #975179

Xeroux pushed rubbled aside looking for any one who could have survived. Frustration started taking hold of him as every stone, every plank of wood, every blade of grass he moved revealed another body twisted and contorted in death. Many legionaries were killed by their own armor collapsing in the fall, crushing their chests.


"Damn it!" He shouted, his fists connecting with the cracked armor of a legionary who hadn't been wearing anything below his waist, a young girl motionless and naked opposite him. Tears stung his eyes, but he didn't want to look weak...he grabbed a helmet that looked in good condition and put it on over his tear stained face.

He listend closely for the sounds of any life, and rushed off when he heard a small rustle nearby.

"Please don't be just the wind!" He pleaded skidding to a stop and falling to his knees in one graceful motion. He moved the straw roof and found a young girl balled up, tears running down her face. She had been lucky enough to have been on a straw mattress that fell onto nothing but soft earth. It was a miracle, nothing short of it. He reached out his hand, but she scooted away, screaming at the top of her lungs. His mind ventured into why she would have screamed and removed his helmet, revealing his own tears or happiness she was alive and sadness that she was now alone.

"It's okay...I'm nothing like those men from last night...I want to help you..."

She looked at him with fear in her eyes, unable to understand what he was saying. He smiled softly and shook his head, "Sorry...I forgot... J'aguno klydune. I Xeroux, Yre Ja'Ahdou."

She hesitated, slowly reaching her hand out to him. He took it and picked her up. He was over joyed to find her alive, but now had no idea what to do with her.

Walking over to where the others had gathered, he sighed.

"She's the only one I could find..."