Death
Choked whimpers filled the clearing as Abrielle clawed at the hand buried in her chest, squeezing her heart until it stuttered to a stop. She crumpled back into the snow blanketing the clearing, her blood pouring from the open wound in her chest.
Blood saturated her bronze hair fanned around her head. Her clothes were torn and soaked in her blood as well, evidence of the fight she put up against her attackers. The markings on her left leg peeked through the tears in her pants, the deep purple symbols illegible with the cuts slicing straight through them. Her eyes of the same color were open as if she were staring up at the bright moons above, even though she would never see anything again.
Her killer yanked his hand from her chest, her limp body jerking with the action. “What a mess,” he muttered to himself as he wiped her blood from his hand with a cloth and surveyed the field at the edge of the Death mage lands. Bodies littered the field, their blood staining the once pristine snow. The ground wasn’t spared the carnage, with massive craters marring the ground from the intense battle. It had begun snowing a little while back but hadn't covered any of the bodies that had yet to cool with death but soon would.
The stench of death filled the air, and it wasn’t simply due to the carnage, but the massive event that started a chain reaction no one expected.
Snow crunched under the man’s feet as he stood and moved away from Abrielle, weaving through the bodies of those she killed. The snow picked up as the wind blew harder, lifting his hair as he created a portal and left the field of carnage behind.
