5 Minute Freewrite Day 483: Double Time

Sweat, grime and blood covered her face, and that of everyone else around. The battle had been somewhat rougher that they expected, with the rebels being owners of a fury and cunning that almost made the Raging Drakes admire them. Almost, because in the end it wasn’t enough to secure the survival of even one of those pesky little plagues.

Fabricia took a breather, knowing that quietness wouldn’t last long, it never did once the horn from Captain Blaze sounded and they charged right into the battle, and any pause was just momentum to charge again. This, as violent as it was, was merely another scuffle in a seemingly never-ending massacre. Around her, all over her, red that wasn’t hers.

Then, a cry, anguished, sharp and loud came from the direction their encampment was. Two pairs of that sound, in quick succession, the signal for urgence. They knew where to go next, and so they got up, took one last breath, and started their Double Time march towards the next battle. The young woman still kept lavender and purple in her heart, but trough actions and clothes, red was becoming a part of her.