VERY BIG TW FOR FIGHTING, BLOOD AND DEATH . . . . . . . . . . Canary slashed her sword through an opponent's side who screamed horribly as they fell. She winced at the sound, knowing it would echo through her dreams, but ignored it and glanced over her shoulder for Wren. Canary's sister was fighting two much larger people and appeared to be losing. Running towards her, she slashed her sword through the air- And was cut off by a shield. One of the soldiers had swung their shield to cut her off, embedding it in the wood. Yanking it out, she kicked aside the enemy and looked around for Wren. Wren was trapped in between the ground and a sword. She was already bleeding and wounded. One of her arms lay limp, and a cut on her cheek had covered her face in blood. Too weak to fight it anymore, Wren's arm slipped and the sword flew easily towards her neck. Canary looked away before the death blow fell and focused on beating up the soldier who had committed this horrifying deed. Only once he was on the ground, moaning and twitching, did she look at Wren. Wren's neck was slit and she lay still. Canary placed her hand on her cheek and found it was cold. She noticed her eyes had blurred with tears. Leaving the body behind, she threw herself into the battle, no longer caring who lived and died. She fought with tears in her eyes. For Wren. For Mother. For Hawk. For everyone who had died and been killed because of a stupid revolution, of a stupid king. Canary didn't care why she was here anymore. She knew nobody cared anyway.
Wow this is dark o_O Music - Battle Cry, by Imagine Dragons This is terrible *cringe* Still content tho
