by Lady Pj
(this story is written towards the end of the tortallan realm and herelds the coming of the new world)
The sky was dark as Orea looked back towards Corus. Corus! At one time, under the rule of Roald, this city had been the capital of Tortall. Now it was dead. Orea looked around the plateau her best friend, Hanna, had led her to. There were only 5 survivors! Other than Orea, the ledge saw the bringing together of a motly crew. Orea recognized only two of the other survivors. One was the esteemed knight, Sir Jota of Gemstone. The other was his squire, Jona. One of the unknown men came up to Orea.
"Thanke lass, ye led me and Mutan, me speechless partner over there, right ta safety." the man said elatedly. Orea stared at the rough, yet noble looking man.
"No worries Mr........." she inquired.
"George. Baron George the III of Pirates Swoop.Better known in Corus as the last Rouge." he chuckled. Orea nodded. She looked around. Where was Hanna? That was when she saw the fox! The animal that would play a part in the destruction of Tortall! The fox dragged Hanna's mutillated body up the plateau. They were both pincushions to Bazhir arrows. The fox collapsed. As it died, Mutan thought he saw the foxes spirit fly from the animal and into Jona's body.Orea layed over Hanna. She wept uncontrollably.She felt George wrap his arm around her.
"Wat do we do now kitten?" he asked. Orea looked up. She smiled.
" We fight the bazhir!" she cried...........
Story text © Lady Pj
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