[color=662d91][center][h2]Harken[/h2][/center][/color]
[i]What happened...?[/i] Harken sneered under her veil that covered most of her face. The dawn of the battle turning night in an instant. No cries of battle, the clashes of spears and swords, or even the splatterings of corpses. [i]Dark Magic...?[/i] The Spear Maiden prickled her finger with her bloodstained spear gently. She twitched as a fresh crackle of blood trickled down her finger normally. [i]Its too perfect to be magic... Even the Dark Generals couldn't cast a spell like this one... [/i]And, her soul would've been destroyed by now if she was really caught into a spell by those beings... 

She couldn't really comprehend her surroundings, it was strange even by the standards of her 'visit' of the Western Kingdom. A campfire with Elves of furry ears and a girl with strange clothing, only the Dragonkin and the Dwarf looks mundane to her. Even the orc is perculiar to her. [i]Orcs... this one can speak the common tongue?[/i] Her grasp on her spear was so tense that her hand turned white, and dried blood from battle grazes started drawing up new lines along her right arm. [i]So this is how it is... The Dark Pits, Atudusna... They've taken me here... To think that there're even dragonkins on their side...[/i] She gritted her teeth despite the sear of her forehead.

[color=a187be]"Accursed Fiends of the Dark, you can tear my damned soul all you want, but know that the Bringer of the Light will rise and slay the Dark Lord!!!"[/color] Harken pointed her spear towards the group, leaning forwards despite her broken leg rooting her to the ground. If this day was the day of defeat, she would die together with the spear. That was of her pride as a Spear Maiden of the borderlands.