Kingdom of Ash

The Thirteen landed, Sorrel sprinting into
the castle to no doubt drag a healer out if she
had to, and then there were eleven pairs of
hands on Abraxos’s neck.
Staunching the flow of his blood. Pressing
as one, to keep that precious blood inside him
while the healer was found.
Manon couldn’t look at them, couldn’t do
anything but close her eyes and pray to the
Darkness, to the Three-Faced Mother as she
held her hands over the bleeding gashes.
Racing footsteps sounded over the
battlement stones, and then Sorrel was there
beside Manon, her hands rising to cover his
wounds, too.
An older woman unpacked a kit, warning
them to keep applying pressure.
Manon didn’t bother to tell her that they
weren’t going anywhere. None of them were.
Even while the battle raged in the skies and