Skie refused to look away or be ashamed at Godhand's comment. Of course she wasn't a leader; she wouldn't dare ask people to follow her along the path that a dan Sabriel must walk. Something pulled at her conscious; her father would have jumped into the fray and taken his chances with Cydonia, she felt. Her actions weren't those of a heroes, but of a Moontae. Natamrael had been a woman who knew when she wasn't going to contribute anything to a fray and felt no remorse at doing what she could to survive first, and then lend a hand. It was Natamrael at work in Skie today, the woman who looked so much like her, a woman who Godhand had once loved, in some form.
Kahlina had begun to usher the students into the Spire, and before she knew it, Kross' blade began to glow. Skie watched, transfixed as Cydonia screamed into the day, cut down as easily as if she'd been a child. What impressed her was that even as she stood by Godhand, keeping him, in her mind, from being foolish, the librarian stepped up and finished the task that she herself would have been useless at. Her fleeting thought, before turning from Godhand and moving into the Spire was that perhaps she had doomed Eluriand by taking defenders too great for such a small task as escorting a bunch of quaking students.
The moment she entered the Spire, she felt it. The sword at her side seemed to weigh more heavily than normal. It wasn't much, just enough to remind her that it was there. Her heart pounded as she approached the staircase, her hand resting on the hilt of her family weapon to soothe her. Had her father felt like this when he first came to slay Aesphestos and ultimately save the world? Had he felt the storm of danger rolling in? Something seemed wrong, she turned her head to catch a glimpse through the open doorway of the demonic Kross. His form should frighten her more than it did; but then again, who was she to judge based on demonic physical appearance. There had been a time when Moontae wings graced her back.
She had climbed several flights when something caught her attention. She fled up the stairs, pausing at a window to gaze out onto Lindequalme. Through the trees, she saw it, still in the distance. A shudder of familiarity it her. It was much like the feeling, with the smell of blooming apple trees all around, that she had in Eluriand. In the distance, she could see a small army advancing. They weren't heading for the cities in the north, however. They doubled back, clearing Carnelost, following a trail of hacked vines and trampled grass. They were heading for the Spire, and the strange amalgamation of warriors and scholars within. Twisting to peer down the staircase, Skie cried out to the others.
"Get to the top of the Spire now! The Scourge comes for us!"
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Post conclusions, and we'll end this chapter. As soon as all conclusions are in and I submit the thread for judging, I'll put up part 2. Any questions can be focused towards me on AIM.