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Enzeru saw Gill running at Derek from behind him. She remembered that he was at the med camp when she left, which means that he might know how Quin was doing. When she was in front of Derek, she tried not to look at him. There was no need for him to know that there was anything wrong with her at the moment. "I just finished killing the last one I think, but they seem to be poping out from nowhere. I'm going back to the camp to check on Quin." She remembered that she had yet to tell him that Quin was the last dragoon. "He's going to be coming with us. You see...he's the last of the dragoons. I don't know how he got the orb, but he showed it to me and it was reacting to him, so I know its got to be him." She was lying a little bit about not knowing where he got it, but b=she figured that it wasn't her place to tell him that.

(Sorry Donie. We just got moving really fast, though I think we left plenty for foes in the town to keep us on the move, especially if they get back up and start to attack us again and again.)

Quin tensed with the pain, as it drove the breath from his lungs. It was a half minute or pure torture, yet Quin was a hard boy. He didn't scream out in pain like most people his age would have, like most people in general. When she was done Quin was still in pain, as his body fought for breath again. It took a few moments, but his breathing did return to a semblance of normal. He laid still though so Kiana could finish dressing the wounds and then back on the run they would have to go.

(YIKES! sorry gang, but I've had major school chaos lately and Thanksgiving but now I'm back. Hopefully this post will work)

*I wake up to the smell of smoke and flames. I have been having a horrible nightmare but now that memory and train of thought is gone. The door of my room to the hallway is in flames. I leap to my feet, snatch up my sword, and charge out the window to fall two stories, crashing through a slanted outcropping of wood above the back door of the blazing Inn. Pain explodes through me when I hit the ground, originating from my left side. There is a thin stake of wood sticking out of me. I sustain a scream of pain and use the support beam keeping the now smashed though outcropping up to heave myself off the ground. The moment I gain my feet I hear a bellowing battle cry and see a sinister figure blitzing toward me, a long, jagged blade in hand. I have but a second to draw my sword and raise it to block my opponent first blow. Our blades clash and I stumble backwards, still off balance. The man leaps forward, looking to finish me off. Fortunately he is sloppy and exposes his entire chest as he prepares his fatal swing. I jab my sword forward and hit home. Steel meets chest cavity and heart and my assailant falls limp, his blade thumps on the ground. I stand breathing hard for a moment and with draw my sword from his dead body. I hear the sounds of battle and quickly realize the situation. Some strange faction is sieging the village. My thoughts immediately turn to my fellow Dragoons. Sure Darrek is a great soldier but is he enough to keep everyone alive? I shake the thought as I turn my attention to the wound in my side. The sliver of wood had to come out. I grit my teeth and yank the stake from me. The pain is worse than the initial stab. But I must shake it off. I begin to trot painfully away from the Inn, which is starting to collapse. To my left is the city wall and to my right is the street. I glance toward the street to see carnage and death. And Darrek galloping on a horse, heading north. I continue my course north. But of naturally it did not go smoothly. A group of three bandits approached my from the front, figuring me to be easy prey. I begin to twirl my sword slowly around my wrist as my new enemies stalk forward. One decides to make the first strike. As he lunges forward I lash out to his head with lightning fast reflexes. I have used this maneuver to split melons in half. Against a human skull in chops in half way. I yank my sword from the fallen man's head to engage in combat with the other two. Their swordsmanship is slow and sloppy but I still grow weary quickly from my wound. And I'm losing blood fast. After tripping one of the men, I make a slash to the other's throat. His jugular is split but I was not fast enough. His blade slashes my right thigh, creating a one inch deep gash the travels diagonally down my upper leg. I scream and stumble sideways into the towering stone wall. But to God's great grace my other opponent was just barely rising to his knees and had dropped his sword when he fell. And he was less than a half an arms length away from my position. I simply hack straight down at the back of his neck. The battle is won, but not the war. And a war is not the place I wanted to be right now. In a delirium I hobble north. A couple other individuals try to finish me off but they are fatally unsuccessful. I finally reach the north gate. By now I can hardly see straight and my hearing is a jumble that only a drunk could understand. I forget where I am and fall to the ground. I realize that I'm going to die. Or am I? For not a second after that thought float through my mind and rough hand hoists me up and I feel the sensation of being rushed on horse back. Little do I know I am being taken to the wounded camp. Nor am I aware that the man I have yet to meet, Quin, is being treated by Kiana there. I am laid down and immediately two field surgeons leap to my side.*

(hehehe thanks. It took me like an hour to write that last post! But I had a lot of catching up to do sweatdrop )

((Have you already been updated on what's gone on since you left, or do you still need one?))

Enzeru felt that there was no need for the three of them to be there, so she decided to go ahead back to the camp. She was filled with mixxed emotions as she got there. Quin wasn't too far away from her, his wounds fixxed from what she could tell, but Korrin lay on the ground with terrible wounds no more than 10 yards away from him. Seeing as Kiana was taking care of Korrin, Enzeru walked over to Quin and sat next to him. "It seems that you're doing better."

Enzeru reached into her pocket and brought out the necklace and the money pouch. Placing them on the ground, she let out a sigh. "I still owe you an explination, and I might as well give it to you while I have time."

"I wont argue with that." Her voice had gone back to the way it usually was, low and amotionless. "That stone you had earlier, isn't any ordinary stone. It's an orb that holds one of seven dragon spirits. Yours holds the lightning spirit. I on the other hand..." She reached into her jacket and took out the black orb, "...have the shadow spirit. Kiana has light, Katara fire, Gill air, Derek water, and Korrin earth. The Seven of us make up the next generation of dragoons." She hoped that he understood the basics of what she was saying, for she didn't know alot of the details.