Chapter 36: The Healing Tent

Selia grimaced as she pulled another broken body off the ground, holding her hand over his pulsing wound. With the aid of the refugees to weak or young to fight, she had set up a makeshift camp atop a nearby hill for the wounded. It was a grueling job, ferrying the dead and dying out of the fray, but she threw herself into it with a vengeance. She would endure any madness if it meant saving a life.

An auburn-haired girl named Elena ran up to Selia as she staggered up the crest of the hill, clutching the dying soldier. "I'll take him, Mistress Selia. You're needed at the fifth tent."

"Thank you, Elena," Selia said, passing her burden over to the child. She continued on to the camp, just a few yards away. It was not so much a camp as it was a pile of quickly constructed tents where the injured lay. Selia rushed past the women and children tending to the wounded, making her way to the fifth tent.