Post by mistic395 on Jan 20, 2012 18:47:46 GMT -5
Devastation was a word that could describe the landscape and the event that had taken place. The earth cried out in pain as poison and rain completely destroyed what was left of the magnificent race that had lived their. Humans had come in and completely destroyed a race that they feared, simply because of the lack of knowledge.
This battle had raged for six years. The humans had lost countless men, but the opposing race had lost everything. This opposing race was the Phoenix's. They were a fierce race, but only to those that harmed them. The legendary Phoenix guardians had been no match for the poisons that the humans had laced their swords and arrows in. And their fire had only contained them for so long. Though massive in numbers, after six years, they became nothing more then the ashes they were usually born from. Sadly...there would be none born from the ashes that were left behind.
One young Phoenix had survived this massive catastrophe to her people, but at a risk. The very humans that had taken everything from her, now took her freedom as well. Not knowing how many of her people had survived, the last living Phoenix guardian fought with all her might, even when her body protested the movements.
Her weak form was drug back to the human encampment. Thrown before the second in command, she growled and lashed out with every bit of strength she had left. In her native tongue, she cursed each human there, vowing she would die before she served any human filth. Even as those around her laughed, she continued to growl and fight with every breath she had. She knew it was futile but in her eyes there was nothing left but her freedom.
Fire red hair was matted with the blood of her fallen comrades and the mud that she was now forced to kneel on. Her golden eyes held defiance, anger, hatred and sadness all at once. Her skin was cut to bits and there were burns from the holy water that the humans had used in defense. Her skin was also caked with blood of both races and mud that had come from being tossed around. Her outfit was almost in rags, but at least covered her enough that she kept her dignity, for the time being. One could barely tell that it was red in color. The one thing that was significant was the large sun pattern on her back and the markings along her arms, legs and stomach.
It was this pattern that told them who she was. That told him she was a guardian, and the sun showed that she was also of royal decent, as a few of the higher ranked guardians were. This specific Phoenix, was Andrea Draconis. Her rank though, was no more as were her people.
As Andrea looked around at the humans that surrounded her, it finally hit her that her race could very well be gone for good. As she came to terms with it, tears rolled down her cheeks as her anger grew. What fate awaited Andrea, however, was unknown to her.