Thread: Cusp of the Maelstrom  [Dev && Nih]

This wasn't how she was supposed to feel, was it? She should have been happy, elated even now that they finally had him in captivity but it still felt like a cold hand was closing around her wind pipe making it difficult to breath. Gods she had been dreaming of this day for so long now but with its arrival she felt nothing but dread and disgust. That monster had finally been brought to justice but at what price? Every time she closed those dark blue eyes she could still see the battle play out before her clear as day. They had started out as 20 strong with her leading the best warriors Singara had to offer against him . The entire affair had lasted a day but it had felt like an eternity with the cries of pain echoing through the smoke as the blood soaked the ground in small rivers. Gods, even in her memory she could feel herself choking on the scent of copper and burnt flesh as they surrounded the enemy and attacked. That bastard had done nothing but laugh and swat them away like they were flies as she watched her comrades fall down one by one. They had started out twenty strong but now only eight remained with one still in a coma that looked like he would never awake from. They had buried the dead or at least they had buried what they could find of them. The scars and bindings on her own body reminded her just what kind of hell they had gone through. Her left arm was wrapped tightly in bandages and it was a miracle she hadn't lost it in the battle. Heh, and they said she was one of the lucky ones. That monster had killed so many of their people and now they actually expected her to try and talk to him? To actually try and get him to help? She wanted to scream out in rage when she had been given this assignment but it came directly from the emperor and it couldn't be ignored no matter how much she wanted. They reasoned that since she had been the one to lead them when they finally brought him down that she might actually have some leverage against him. As if that savage could actually be reasoned with. Yet it was her job and she'd have to do it. Light footsteps echoed through the stone corridor as she made her way down to the dungeon where he was being kept in a holding cell. The emperor had stations about thirty guards to make sure that he didn't get free but Cala doubted that even that was enough. Her tunic swayed from side to side as she walked, the color and pattern denoting her position as a soldier even if a higher level one. It was almost unheard of for a woman to rise to the ranks of a captain and Cala had been the first one in as long as anyone could remember. It had come with many sacrifices though but it gave her a freedom she wouldn't have otherwise. Long brown hair hung down her back, an attempt to actually keep some form of femininity even in this male dominated profession. Is he in there? Her voice sounded hollow as it bounced back to her from the walls when she asked the head guard. The man simply grunted his affirmation and didn't look too happy about it. They had thought that once he was captured it would be an end to a dark era but it seemed like the horror was only just beginning. With the Dweller of the Gulf free things had only taken a turn for the worst. Taking a deep breath she opened the door with a loud creek and stepped inside the poorly light cell. The only thing inside those stone walls were a table, two chairs and someone she would have rather seen in hell. They had chained his arms and feet in an effort to keep him weak but she wasn't sure just what good that would do. Just being in the same room as him sent a fire burning in the pit of her stomach and made her want to drive her blade through his heart. Hyakinthos. A simple name but she almost choked on her anger as she said it.