[center][h1][b]Reign:[/b] [color=yellow]Kingdom Come[/color][/h1][/center][center][h2]Chapter 3:A - Dead Leaves[/h2][/center]
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Lorenzo led the way toward the clearing with his hound atop Col's horse. The closer they approached the more Marque felt like his heart would explode from the waves of emotion that crashed over him. Even so, he pressed on through gritted teeth. 

They witnessed a peculiar sight. They noticed the trees were becoming increasingly barren the closer they got to the clearing. Their leaves cracked beneath the group's feet. These leaves had no moisture. They were dead and lifeless. [hider=Wooded Clearing][img]https://i.imgur.com/T720ObT.jpg][/img][/hider]When the group broke through the clearing, they were met by a horrendous sight. Men's bodies littered the ground. Some were in pieces, while others simply lay still. There were soldiers in various attire and weaponry. A few dog handlers could be seen laying in the distance, bloodied. The horses bodies lay near their former masters. Ripped apart. None had been eaten. Even the dogs had not been consumed. They were torn in half.

Marque felt the culmination of all the terror, pain and anguish that resonated from this resting place. He fell to his knees and clutched his heart in pain. [i]How could this be? Where was Gardevoir?[/i] Nothing made sense and his mind raced from corpse to bloody corpse. 

Col looked on in horror. The bodies of many soldiers were those who Col perceived to be some of the best and most loyal to Lord Bryce. Even the Captain of the guard laid unceremoniously by a tree, sword still clung to his hand. How had they all been slain with nothing to show for it? 

Bastian stared on in shock at the sight. Many of these men he had helped treat in the past. Now all were gone. The wounds were consistent with the wolfborn from the night before. His physician's instincts kicked in and he began looking over the ones closest to him. Bastian noticed that all of the men he checked had no pulse. [i]Except for one.[/i] This soldier barely held a pulse, but he still maintained labored breathing. 

Lorenzo could only sit on Merlin and look on. Martydom whined and cowered into the dry leaves. Lorenzo recognized the two trainers from back outside the city. The bodies had apparently been mauled and the tracks of the wolfborn could be seen everywhere. What could be done now? 

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