Midnight Moon-Seige

Aria knew the day of bloodshed would come, and she was prepared to fight to the death. The moon rose high in the sky and moonlight illuminated the castle with silver, brightening the main hall several flights of stairs below. She scanned the castle grounds with her dark blue eyes, waiting for the opportunity to leap from the stairs and call her well-hidden army to attack. When one of her recruits came running into the castle with news that the enemy arrived, Aria shouted for her army to attack. Within moments, the castle was filled with battle cries, roars, screams, and chaos. Beasts and their riders crashed through the doors and wizards teleported into the main hall. Aria’s army streamed through the doors below the stairs and the doors behind her, fueled by the passion that was justice in their minds. In Aria’s mind, it was all for revenge. Everything was going as planned so far—she had anticipated the attack at that exact moment. She looked up at the glassy ceiling of the castle and briefly gazed at the bright moon lingering over the new battlefield, her mind wandering for a bit:

Aria walked up to Rome the night before the battle and bowed low before him. Her mentor walked up to her. When he touched the back of her head and kissed her hair, she smiled. She looked up to him and handed him his saber.

“My princess. Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

Aria smiled, receiving a smirk from her superior, “I have a fairly good idea.”

“Be careful. I don’t want you dying on us.”

“I won’t. I won’t rest until I see King Icarius Lupin dead and writhing on the floor in pain. He’ll pay for torturing you and those countless other innocents.”

Rome nodded, “If it so happens that he doesn’t appear?”

“Then we demolish his army as a warn...

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... as another, heavier body crashed into her from behind, stunning her and making her lose grip of her dagger. Thick arms wrapped around her neck and squeezed. Aria clawed and pulled at the arms with whatever strength she had left, but her foe wouldn’t let go.

Aria struggled while gasping for air and getting angrier each second for what seemed like an eternity. Soon the muscular arms around her throat slackened and the wolf man behind her made a rattling sound deep in his throat. Aria flinched when her assailant dissolved into red crystal shards, feeling the fragments running down her back and shoulders. Strong hands steadied her when she stumbled and coughed, her head spinning slightly. The tall, dark figure in front of her recited a quick series of spells in a hoarse voice. Soon enough, her head cleared and she could breathe normally after taking a few gasps of air.