[center][h2][color=fff200]Thyrri[/color][/h2][/center]
Thyrri felt like she was surrounded by a thick mist. There were people around her, shouting, fighting, getting injured or dying but to her it was all one big blur. In her current ‘detached’ state she barely realized what is happening. Why are all these people here? Why is she here, lying on the cold ground, soaking wet? Why are parts of her body and dress covered in this sticky red substance that looks suspiciously like blood? She somehow felt that not knowing answers to these questions was better.

Suddenly the weight holding her down disappeared, and a pair of strong hands lifted her off the ground and half pushed, half carried her somewhere. A strange face appeared in her field of vision, a very pale man with long white hair. How unusual. Thyrri felt like she should know him, but her brain refused to cooperate and provide her a name. The face was talking to her, but the words made no sense to her. Something about princess? But she wasn’t really a princess, it was always Aamaya, who was the ‘real’ princess, while Thyrri being just a tolerated guest in the palace.

The hands let go of her an she was left standing in the middle of the street. A few shaky steps brought her to one of the buildings, where she slowly lowered herself back to the ground, leaning against the wall, her arms hugging her knees tightly. There was a weird and annoying clacking noise that stopped her from falling back into lethargic state. She looked around, but the bodies nearby weren’t really moving, which for some reason made her feel sad and guilty, but it also meant that the sound didn’t come from them. Only moments later she realized the noise was in fact caused by her teeth chattering wildly, which was strange, because she didn’t feel cold. Her head rested against her knees, she just wished everyone would leave her alone, so she could sleep.

But the images of the carnage around were persistent, trying to get through to her, replaying on the inside of her eyelids. Her numbness began to fade away, revealing everything that has happened in the plain brutality.

She failed. 

One of the bodies on the street caught her sight and she slowly crawled towards it, ignoring the blood and dirt covering her clothes and arms. It was the young soldier that tried to ask for her help earlier, his arm still extended towards her, his eyes giving her an accusing look. ‘Why didn’t you help me?’ There was no doubt that his wounds were lethal, he was sentenced to death the moment that monstrosity touched him, but still…

She didn’t even try.

Her trembling hand reached to boy’s face, softly brushing over his eyelids to close his eyes to give his soul peace, but also to hide from all the accusations. Her dirty fingers left war paint marks on his cold skin. ‘Why did you let me die like this?’

Sobbing softly, she knelt beside the body, no doubt looking like a person who just lost their loved one, but it was worse than that. She had lost herself. She had failed not just as a member of Exodus royalty, or even as a healer, she had failed as a person. Just once her beliefs and principles were put up to a test and she failed miserably. Maybe it would have been better if the monster had killed her as well, getting the world rid of one useless coward person. She blinked towards the street where the fight still continued, but some Earthicans joined with warriors from Primfira took over and a redhaired madman was jumping around the beast, avoiding its strikes and waiting for a chance to deliver the final blow. Thyrri frowned upon missing her chance.

More and more people were running in, soldiers, healers, people who just wanted to help and the usual amount of rubberneckers. Someone brought a pile of dry cloaks and started to distribute them amongst the wounded, as the rain continued to pour down, washing the blood off the street. Thyrri saw Aamaya’s bodyguards in the distance, accompanying the princess and heading towards the now dead beast. Thyrri panicked, guilt and shame nearly overwhelming her. Grabbing one of the cloaks, she hid under the hood and quickly disappeared into one of the side alleys. She wandered the city aimlessly for an hour, no idea what she was going to do. One thing was certain – her actions cast a bad light not just on the royal family but on her entire country. There was no way she could go back into the palace. That part of her life was over.

Finally, she stopped at one of the cheaper inns near the port, where guests from poorer kingdoms were accommodated and paid a few coins for a small room, hot bath and clean clothes. The hostess gave her a strange look, but the money convinced her. The bath was steaming hot and later Thyrri curled next to a small fireplace in her room, so close that her new dress almost caught fire, but no amount of heat seemed to be able to stop her from shaking or make her feel warm.