Zellatia stared on into the forest that once belonged to the humans. How lively, and energetic it still was regardless of the events. But it belonged to the Forsaken now. She clutched her staff, her minion Pizjub close to her side, scanning the area for nearby enemies.
The day soon became night, which meant it made helpless Scarlett crusaders an even bigger target. She smiled to herself when she already spotted a few Crusaders talking to one another. Scarlett Warriors. Even better. She grinned, knowing how she would make each one struggle for their life until eventually giving out.
She moved forward but a tree branch snapped under her feet. She hid behind a nearby tree, the crusaders picking up on the noise. “What was that?”
“Forget it,” another member said. “We leave tonight. The camp isn’t protected enough.”
They wanted to escape? How pathetic. “What about the others? What about the plans?”
“Our superiors underestimate their abilities. They have proven they have strength in numbers. We can’t survive another raid.”
Zellatia waited until all three had their backs facing her to come out of hiding, stunning them all with a bolt of lightning. Pizjub snuck in front of them to stun them further. It did not take long before all three were on the ground, with two of them in pain and the third knocked unconscious. Her minion threw a ball of felfire at the ones were awake. They tried grabbing their weapons, but she kicked them out of their view.
The felfire absorbed the first two, their bodies dissolving into ashes. She turned to the unconscious one.
She thought it wouldn’t be kind to kill him while he wasn’t awake. She wanted to see him groaning in pain until he couldn’t take it.
The final warrior woke up suddenly, aiming his hands for her throat. No amount of strikes from Pizjub made him stop. Zellatia pushed him off and got back onto her feet. The push forced him backwards, landing on his back and remained helpless once again.
She wouldn’t stop hitting him with her staff, no longer caring how it was done. She heard a few of his ribs crack, which only made her grin more. The Scarlet Crusader put his hands up. “Please, give me mercy!”
Zellatia chuckled. “Why would I want to do that?” she said. With one final blow to the head, the final Scarlet Crusader’s head rolled back, no longer breathing. She looked back at her minion, who stared back at her with wide glowing eyes. “Let’s go.”
Before she could walk away, a hand grabbed her bony leg and pulled it back. “You were human once!” the man she thought she killed shouted at her. He had streaks of blood rolling down his face from the sides of his head.
That was when the realization hit her.
The man she nearly murdered… was no ordinary man. He was a former companion of hers, before the Val’kyrs resurrected her from the dead. “Zell…a… tia,” he said, barely able to speak properly.
“I am no longer human,” she growled. “I am apart of the Forsaken and now, I serve the Dark Lady. What I was before, is not who I am now.” Her own anger boiled inside of her, taking the staff and hitting him several times over the head. By the time she was through, he was barely recognizable. His entire face collapsed inside of itself.
She trembled, gazing down at her bloodied hands.
Zellatia noticed the Scarlet encampment not far from here. Whatever came next, she knew she was at the point of no return.
She continued down the path, with a thought that no Scarlet Crusader would leave the Trisfal Glades that night.
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