[h2][center][color=Peru]Vaclav Domonkos [/color][/center][/h2]
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[h2][center][color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/center][/h2]
Artemis looked back to the village she was leaving. The sky was a deep angry orange from the fires that was consuming it. Smoked billowed up from said fires, creating a hazy atmosphere ominous above the village. Sadness overwhelmed her as she thought about the lives lost tonight, in the town she was beginning to call home and throughout the whole Territory. No doubt the Hyallians laid waste to Dena Nehele. 

Vaclav turned around, noticing Artemis had stop to look back. He suppressed a sigh since this happened every time they had to flee. He was glad Artemis was not desensitized to what was going on but it was an inconvenience at times like now. “Come on,” he whispered, gently turning Artemis in the right direction. They should not be wasting anymore time. 

She sniffled, taking one last look before allowing Vaclav to steer in the direction he wanted to go. Artemis would miss it a lot. She thought about the clinic where she helped everyone that passed through and her garden she tended to everyday. “Where are we going?”

“A safe place east towards Askavi.” Vaclav and Artemis then caught the winds, riding it to the east. While Eyriens were difficult to deal with at times, it would be safer than staying in Dena Nehele. He hopped that the place he was going was still safe. Vaclav have not been there for quite a while and did not know its status.