C21 - Desperately and Helplessly

An unrecognizable woman lay next to the wall, soaked in blood, bruises and wounds filled her skin.

Lyanna's eyes turned to wet and tears flowed down her face while the sadness and sorrow overflowed her mind and heart, changing her aura drastically.

"Or-ga ..." She sobbed in low voice.

Even in her last breath, Orga left the world with a smile on her face. Her eyes were closed as cuts appeared on it in the lights of thundering.

She carefully kneeled before her lifeless and ruined body, clenching her hands into fists. Everything she survived till today could be thanked to her, her aunt, and her caretaker, Orga. Now she lost the last person she kept in her darkened heart the most precious.

Vidus arrived before the monastery, got off his horse, and looked up to the sky.

"What a dreadful view ..." He was amazed and terrified as to how the clouds darkened the area.

When he left the city everything was sunny and calm, and now the opposite. The sounds of the thundering were as fierce as a battlefield in the middle of a war, the surrounding plains and grasslands turned brownish like the chilling winds of the autumn touched the world.

Lyanna couldn't hold her pain inside her heart and an eardrum-breaking voice escaped from her mouth filled with an indescribable amount of hatred, anger, and rage.

The sky danced a fury rite as the lightning touched each other, suppressing Lyanna's cry. The lightning struck the top of the monastery, setting fire to the roof while the rain started to fall from the sky.

Vidus worried as the building set on fire, making hasty steps towards it but when he was close enough to push the half-broken door, it opened with a cracking noise.

Lyanna appeared before him with eyes as empty as a bottomless dry well. She raised her lowered head a little, looking at each other in silence.

"How can my aura become stronger ..."

The voice that left her lips was helplessly desperate. Her arms hanged powerlessly beside her body.

"Should we move back to Lakron?" Vidus looked at Lyanna with sorry.

He felt that something broke in her. Something that held her somehow whole. He offered his hand to her.

Lyanna nodded her head without saying any more words and walked next to him, headed towards Lakron. Seeing this Vidus grabbed the rein and stepped next to her, following her speed and moving back to the city in silence while the monastery collapsed in the background behind them in the fire and rain.

Meanwhile, they headed back, Radan sat in the jail and pondered.

'What happened?' He asked himself since he felt that terrifying wave of pressure back then.

From that moment, he tried to keep the people of the city in peace and calm down the stormy and nervous mood. The people who fell as victims of Lyanna's leaving were treated at the clinic.

Sadly, a few people's internal organs gave up their task and stopped working due to the strong pressure that nearly crushed them. Much more citizens were in a critical state caused by massive internal injury.

The aura users who had some healing or regeneration assisting aura were in rush to reach more and more people to help them to recover. The clinic and its surroundings seemed like a battlefield.

The soldiers of the city stood guards around it so they didn't allow the commoners to approach the building and the patients as well.

The news of the critical situation that appeared in Lakron reached the lord of the region too, who listened to the happened events with a wondering expression.

"... that's what the people said." A messenger finished his report.

"Did they ask anything?" The lord asked the messenger with a nonchalant look.

"No, my lord. We received no request by them." The messenger touched his left palm with his fist-formed right hand.

"Leave." The lord waved his hand.

The messenger bowed in the same manner and left the room. A luxurious room filled with jewels and treasures. Beside the lord who sat on a nicely carved chair made of cherry wood were two beautiful young women with a disgusted faces as they saw the messenger.

"Don't ruin your mood with some matter of some peasants, dear." One woman embraced the lord with a charming tone.

But the lord's face remained nonchalant, he felt something odd about this situation.

"Guards!" He called the soldiers who stood next to the doors. "Gather 50 men in the morning of tomorrow!"

The women beside him looked with a dour expression.

'I will pay a visit to that trashy hill ...' He chuckled inwardly while he touched his black short beard.