The Coward(Sariella)

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Fear.
She ran. The Scourge had taken her friends, and her comrades. Months and months of progress into the Frozen Citadel wiped in the blink of an eye. She'd not be a mere statistic.
Anxiety.
She felt ashamed. What would they say? A warrior of her people, a beacon of hope to others, a shield against fear... refusing to die fighting, instead, choosing to run? To flee? It was too late to consider the end, not that she could stop her feet if she had wanted.
Cowardice.
She saw only the Sun. Only belore. Though the Frozen Citadel was totally enclosed, she could've sworn she saw something in the distance. Was she halucinating? Months of tireless combat and poor rations finally taking their toll? No matter, she would follow this light, halucination or not, in desperation.
Weakness.
She felt weak. Though she had strength in her bones, and might in her muscle, fear, cowardice, desperation, and doubt filled her mind. "[i]You coward! You hypocrit![/i]" her mind screamed, as foot followed foot, caring not if the Scourge were still chasing her or not. "Years of training, years of preperation, years of VENGEANCE. For this? You sicken me.".
Relief.
She ran past glaring, shameful eyes as Argent Crusader to her left and right watched the wretched little elf abandon her allies. Some of them met the Scourge chasing her with sword and shield. The others simply cursed the name "Sariella Sunblossom".
Sick.
She felt only illness as she rode her carpet to the sanctity of the Mage City, Dalaran, as gush of what remained in her stomach dropped down into the crystal forest, voiding herself of her memories, of her emotions, in the days to come.
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