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Descriptive Essay: After The Civil War

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The attack came without warning, the calm stillness of the evening shattered as legions of men set upon the enclave. What had once served as home and sanctuary to countless women who had been shunned and prosecuted for their differences became a battlefield in a matter of moments. Fires raged and screams echoed into the black abyss of night, innocents driven from their homes and slaughtered in the streets, their blood staining the cobbled stones. Those who had taken a vow of peace were forced to use battle magic they were inexperienced with, and perhaps that was the very reason so many of them fell.... Alayne's bare feet were slipping and sliding on the blood-slicked streets, her wails of protest near deafening in the heavy silence that …show more content…

She jerked awake, alert, frightful, pale blue eyes darting around as if she expected to see the faces of soldiers closing in on her once more. The wagon she occupied was blissfully empty, however; for what it was worth. She eased only slightly, her sleeping mind and its dark memories receding as recollection resurfaced and she remembered where she was. Like a frightened, feral animal she was curled into the farthest corner of the enclosure, her knees tucked up against her chest and encircled by her arms, while her wrists were securely shackled by a distinctive blue alloy. Her legs and arms were littered with abrasions, her bare feet and ankles still stained with the blood of her sisters, evidence of the massacre that had occurred only a day or so prior. The linen shift she wore had once been a pristine nightgown, but was now dirty and ripped in several places, the collar torn so much it exposed the naked skin of her right shoulder and draped almost low enough to sacrifice what remained of her …show more content…

Unexpectedly, it did more than simply have them acknowledge her, it drew the focus of none other than the would-be king himself. Alayne refused to cower, however, for what good would it do her now? Her sisters had already been slain in front of her and she was quite certain the same fate awaited her, but she would not allow him the satisfaction of seeing her plead for her life. Instead, she met his eyes with her own steely gaze, her jaw firmly set as she notched it higher to maintain eye contact as he closed in upon her. She said nothing at first, not even flinching at the priest's all too eager suggestion of her execution, but her eyes seemed to narrow at Richard's refusal of the

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