Tied To Two Worlds

Chapter two

He raised his sword, and in one swift motion, brought it down straight towards the child's heart.

The sharp tip of the sword descended at a deadly pace while the child watched it interestingly.

She didn't move, not even a millimeter and there seemed to be a definite ending, one that will not bode well for most parties involved.

Everything else happened so quickly, yet the onlookers saw it in slow motion. The blade came to the end of it's journey and touched the baby's chest. Instead of it cutting through her flesh, the blade, as though it encountered an invisible barrier, suddenly stopped.

A strong force surged and the blade cracked immediately, blowing a great distance away, cowering in fear.

A blast erupted and everything crumbled down. The walls removed their bricks and the roof kissed the earth. Anything under it would surely turn to dust.

The area was engulfed in clouds of dust.

The second figure looked at the first and smiled. It nodded and the first figure returned the nod curtly before turning away from the scene.

It made it's way towards the first transparent wall and looked upon the crying mortals. Tightly gripping onto the bodies of their loved ones, hoping by some miracle they will open their eyes. They knew it was false hope, knew it made no sense, but still, it never hurts to hope. Hope that the ones they love and fought to protect will wake soon, hope that they can jump up and say 'got you', hope that when they force themselves they can wake up only to be relieved that it was a nightmare. Hope had never killed anyone, but it never showed up to assist either.

Among the fallen bodies and red painted grasses, one stood out. She was dressed differently in ancient clothing and had the perfect physique of a brave warrior. Her armour, even though coated in her blood still looked magnificent.

Her entire being seemed calm and even in death the waves of radiant happiness and calmness she sent off was enough to calm anyone next to her. She was too far from the survivors or maybe she would have comforted them with her spirit. Her face, curved into a smile showcased her beauty even as she laid unmoving.

The figured looked over the scene for the last time, then towards the skies. Sighing it whispered a few words that wasn't heard by anyone.

Rain began pouring, washing away all the pain left by the war. The blood thinned and grasses gradually reclaimed their luscious green colour.

Thunder cried out, breaking the steady sounds of the rain. A couple minutes later, eleven persons slowly drifted off to sleep. There arms fell and the bodies they were clutching rolled to the ground.

A streak of lightning cut through the dark clouds of the night sky, aiming for earth. Instead of one path, it split into many the last second before touching earth. Too fast for the human eyes, each took it's own path and retreated as one after completing their tasks. It appeared as a normal lightning from any human perspective.

A while later, some persons were passing by a desert to go back to their homeland. A group of about twenty persons on the backs of camels decided to stop for a break.

Glancing ahead they saw some persons laying in the sand. The camels changed directions and headed to the group of people. From the distance they were at, they could not tell if the persons were alive or not but that would soon change. The distance between the camels and humans were getting shorter by the second. Finally there was less than ten feet left and one man descended his camel. He approached the closest person, a young man and placed his fingers on his wrist looking for a pulse.

The other travellers waited with baited breaths as there person carefully searched for a pulse. A few seconds later he looked up at them and nodded. The man was alive. The group exhaled as one and dismounted their camels to help search the pulse of the others. A traveller, the youngest of the set, went towards an unconscious woman and placed her hands on her wrists to look for a pulse. She was relieved after finding one. Her companions checked the others and after finding out all eleven were alive, they decided to take them with them to their hometown. They most likely collapsed out of exhaustion and lack of water since it is the middle of a desert, thus they needed immediate treatment. They were lucky to have survived for no one knows how long in this scorching heat.

The men of the group each supported an unconscious person on their camels and rode off towards their home. It took a few hours but they eventually reached before nightfall. They dropped the patients off at the only doctor in that area and explained how they found them. After staying for a while to ensure they were not in any immediate danger, they returned to their families.

The patients were still unconscious when they visited the next day but the doctor was doing all she could. She assured them that no one was in any danger and that the shock the got was severe so they'll take a while to recover. They had to wake on their own and it could be soon or a couple days. Until then, we can only assume where they come from or what they were doing in the middle of a desert without water, food or a mean of transportation.

I advise against stressing them as soon as they wake. We can keep our questions for later but when they wake they will need rest. Even though they are unconscious, it is not rest. Their mind is not relaxed.

We will get our answers soon but it is no problem if you would like to visit them. Just don't stress them out.

The villagers nodded in understanding and bid farewell to the doctor so she can look her other patients.