[center][h3][color=fff200]Thyrri [/color][/h3][/center]
Thyrri just rolled her eyes when she saw that her advice will probably be completely ignored. Dalious and Mahita were giving sidelooks to each other, smiling and winking. [color=fff200]“All right you two, I will be going. Just don’t die, please,”[/color] she said to the Luthran and headed out of the house.

To her surprise it had started to rain, tiny drops falling on the ground and rooftops. The streets were nearly deserted, the light downpour sent everyone either home, or to continue their celebration in one of the many taverns. Thyrri frowned as she stepped into a puddle – normally she wouldn’t mind a bit of rain, but this looked like she will be soaked wet and trembling with cold before she gets back to the palace. There was an option to go back to Mahita’s house, she could always sleep there, but the walls were a bit too thin there to be able to get some rest.

Sigh escaped her lips, as she ventured the main avenue, the palace walls still far in the distance. She walked fast, not giving any attention to her surroundings, just watching the ground so she wouldn’t slip on some muddy patch. At first, she didn’t notice the distant screams, her brain dismissing them as unimportant part of the tournament celebrations. But when she nearly got knocked out of the street by a bunch of guards rushing towards them, she finally realized something is not quite right. Those weren’t screams men would give out when fighting in front of a tavern, but rather screams of pure horror and incredible pain. She stopped to think what she should do. The palace was so close, its warm hallways ready to welcome her, dry clothes ready in her bedroom, warm drinks available in the kitchen. She was already shivering, not a single spot of her body and clothes dry anymore. But what if someone there needed her help? Another tortured scream pulled her out of her thoughts and she started running towards the noise, following the group of Exodus warriors.

She slipped while taking a turn, ending in the dirty water on the ground, not even noticing what happened as she stared on the street in front of her. It was a scene like from the worst nightmare, blood everywhere, injured men yelling, screaming and begging for help, trying to crawl away. And in the middle of it, a creature from the deepest place in hell, swiping its sharp claws at the men around, throwing them away like dolls. And blood. Blood everywhere, turning the rain puddles red, splashing on the houses around, creating abstract paintings.

Thyrri was lying on her side, eyes and mouth wide open, completely petrified. There was a tiny voice in her head that told her she should get up and help the wounded, but it was quiet and unconvincing, compared to the urge to run to her bed and pull the sheets over her head like she did when she was a little girl. Something touched her hand and she screamed out and jumped up, nearly falling again as she stepped on her dress. When she looked down, she saw an Exodus soldier, still a young boy, looking at her, begging for help quietly. Thyrri moved to help him, but then she saw the huge cut on his abdomen and his entrails stretched out like some horrifying snake, maybe three or four feet behind him. She shook her head in shock and stepped away, shaking and mumbling some indifferent words, maybe prayers, maybe begging for help, maybe just repeating ‘no, no, no’ over and over. The man on the ground gave her a desperate look and used his hands to pull himself to her. She could see how his innards got stuck on some stone sticking out of the street and the whole bloody chain stretched more and more, before finally ripping in half. They both let out a tortured scream, Thyrri just sobbed and took a step back and the man extended his arms towards her, a silent ‘please’ formed on his lips before he finally died.

Thyrri didn’t even notice that the boy was not alive anymore, she just continued to back away from him, terrified that he would move again and ask her for help which she should have given to him. As her eyes were glued to the guard on the ground, she didn’t realize that she was in fact moving towards the monster in street, in her panicked state she just wanted to get away from his accusing look. Suddenly something big flew towards her, knocking her against a wall. When she opened her eyes, she saw another Exodus guard lying next to her, covering her from another attack. Sobbing, she mumbled thank you and moved so she could look into his face. It took her a few seconds to realize, that there in fact was no face, that the man’s head had been brutally ripped off and his body tossed away like a broken doll. She screamed, trying to push herself away, but the weight of the dead body prevented her from moving. Her conscious mind finally gave up and she just curled next to the dead soldier, her eyes closed tight, her hands covering her ears, sobbing and trying to imagine that this was all a very bad dream, that she was in her bed, hidden under covers so the monsters could never get to her, and her dad will come and chase them all away like he always did.