Chapter 22: Little Girl with Golden Eyes (3)
With the death of the two wolves and the alpha the men were now starting to gain stability on the battle ground. Uzzi got back up and rescued his bow. Without pause he began firing his arrows again, but whatever mindset he had been in that had allowed him to preform above his current skill level, had dispersed.
Elon couldn't fight anymore though, and other predators would be coming. Lured by the sounds of fighting and the stench of blood. Right now, they were fighting a losing battle. They wouldn't be able to kill of the wolves swiftly enough to flee before more powerful enemies came for them.
When the alpha had died something inside of A-Narah took over. It was like she was hypnotized. She was no longer in control of her body and some long slumbering instinct was taking control.
Her hand was steady as she reached for the handle on the carriage door. Her steps didn't hesitate as she descended the stairs. She felt no fear as she left the carriage and stepped down onto the slippery blood-soaked grass.
From the side Uzzi had seen her and was shouting at her to return, but to the her now, the shouts sounded soft and far away, like an insignificant buzz. She kept going forward until she was right in the thick of the battle. As she moved through the battlefield it was like all of the wolves were blind to her and avoided whichever spot she stood in. She kept going forward and stopped in front of Lael, agilely dodging his next attack meant for the four wolves.
In front of her was the alpha's mate, who had gone insane with his death.
The female wolf growled harshly at A-Narah and met A-Narah's eerie gaze. The wolf was trying to force A-Narah to admit her weakness, and at the same time assert her own dominance over the pathetically, breakable human. But A-Narah didn't flinch or look away. Her golden eyes only grew brighter.
Lael was angry that A-Narah had disobey commands and had come out, but he had to protect her, now wasn't the time for a lecture. He went to sweep her behind him to get her out of harm's way, but halted.
A-Narah who's stare had been boring into the wolf's had forced the wolf to the ground. The wolf whimpered and didn't dare to look up. Going as far as too offer up her exposed neck to A-Narah, showing her subservience.
The other wolves were also affected. They felt a profound pressure boring down on them, making them unable to move and continue fighting. This pressure made them fear for their very lives, and they didn't dare to try and act against it. They followed the actions of the other wolf and got down onto the ground not daring to move.
The men seeing this unbelievable scene just dumbly stood there, bloodied and stupefied. Their swords hung limply by their sides, with blood rolling off of the tips.
Silence prevailed in the clearing.
Then, A-Narah uttered, "Kill them," in a freezingly cold voice, breaking the silence. The voice was so cold and devoid of warmth that it didn't sound like the polite and adorable little girl the men had come to know and care for. Instead, she sounded like a cold, all-powerful being that held little mercy for the world.
Her stare, when it looked down at the wolves, was like she was looking at a weak insect. Something disgusting and easily crushed by her. Such lowly creatures were beneath her notice, but they had awakened and had managed to anger her, and for that they would pay a terrible price.
The wolves, somehow, understood the order that she had just given, but so scared of her they were that they didn't even try to flee for their lives, but just laid there and excepted their fate. How could they have known that they had angered an ancestor? Having angered her, they deserved to die.
The guards lifted their swords and let them fall. Soon, all of the wolves were dead.
A-Narah stood back and watched it all happen, never moving. The bodies of the wolves were thrown into a large pile and set on fire. The red and orange flames consumed the wolves and all of it was reflected into A-Narah's emotionless eyes.
After a long while she blinked, the golden glow dimming.
***
When A-Narah came to, she was laying on the ground and awoke with a splitting headache.
"Wha-what happened?" she asked as she rubbed her aching head.
In a circle around her, her guards stood with bewildered looks. That is what they wanted to ask her, but they weren't really sure how to do it.
"Is it over? Is everyone okay? Are the wolves gone? Why am I out here?" A-Narah fired off questions, but the guards were unable to answer a single one of them.
They really wanted to tell that she had somehow managed to win the battle, by herself, without lifting a hand. And that the wolves had generously served themselves up to be killed, but even they couldn't believe it. And it appeared that A-Narah couldn't remember anything that had happened either.
"…No need to worry. The wolves are gone," Lael finally managed to say.
A-Narah let out a relieved sigh at the news, but she then seemed to realize how badly injured the guards around her were. When she had fainted, they had all been so worried about her that they had forgotten to treat their own injuries. When she saw the blood coming out of their wounds, she immediately forgot all of her other questions, their treatment becoming her main focus.
"Elon your arm! Bless the gods your back! Why are you all bleeding so badly? Why haven't you taken care of yourselves? You all sit right there I will tear up some rags and get cleaning supplies."
A-Narah made all the men sit as she rushed to tear up one of her dresses for bandages and ran off to get water, but that was all she could do. She really didn't know how to dress anyone's wounds.
But the men were used to fixing themselves up, it was something they had learned and gotten used to from years of practice. It was only their worry for her that stalled the process.
Their hearts were once again warmed when they saw the worry and care A-Narah had for them, and in consideration for her they decided to not ask her any questions about what had happened. It was her secret anyway. They would just forget that it had happened and never bring it up again.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
11am
11am 11am: Poor A-Narah. It is just one thing after another. When will something good happen for you?
What type of evil, sadistic person keeps casuing these events to happen?
A-Narah: Creator stop trying to act innocent, it's not cute.
11am: *avoids eye contact*
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