((This part is Rhashi's impression of the Battle of Cartenau - Prepare for drama))
The eleventh hour
He was late. While he hurried down the slope he could already see the raging battle between the empire and the allied forces. The clanging from metal on metal, hundreds of battleshouts, barked orders, insults and the screams of pain reached his ears which made him go even faster. He had to catch his breath when he finally reached the army. He went straight to the first small camp where a lot of wounded were piling up. A few white mages already attended to their needs and it looked like they could handle it for now. A heavy armoured Elezen made his way towards the camp carrying his lifeless comrade in his arms. There was nothing the mages could do for her any more. She was gone but he refused to accept it. Some bystanders had to seize him and the mages had to put him to sleep to prevent him from hurting anyone in his outbreak of blind rage.
"I am not needed here...move on stupid!"
His hand was shaking. This wasn't a place for him. The battle was horrifying with so many gravely injuread and/or dead. Dalamud looming over them bigger as ever before engulfing the whole plateau in a red twilight. The land itself screaming in pain from battles long past and maybe for the pain yet to come. He could feel the sadness and agony. He gathered his strenght and straigthened up, burrying all distracting feelings deeply inside him - for now - and continued his way to the front lines. He wanted to help anyone in need of healing and to find his friends who he had lost on his way there. He soon realized that it would be near impossible to find anyone in this chaos but he could help at least. He stopped by every injured he found and used his cure spells. He handed out some potions he brought to those who were running to the front and meet the enemy.
His eyes widenend and he froze in place for a second when he saw an abandoned Lalafell lying on the ground. He wore the colours of the adders and was gravely wounded.
"No! Don't you dare dying on me now!"
He ran for it, kneeled down
beside him and instantly started to heal him to pull him back from the brink of death. He was nearly done when someone shouted and him. He looked around and threw himself backwards when he saw an enemy charging right at him. But he was
too slow. His stoneskin saved his live but his attacker still managed to bring him down. Now he was standing over him and raised his spear for the deathblow. Rhashi paniced and threw the first spell at him that came to his mind - Aero. It ripped through his armour and send him flying away from him crashing down hard on his back. Rhashi got up again and saw the lifeless body of the Garlean soldier. He was trembling. He never killed anyone before and his opponent didn't look much older than himself. The realisation came as a shock to him.
"I didn't want to hurt anyone. But I had no choice, right? And how did I get so close to the front without realising it? I hope the others are well. Damn, no!"
He just remembered the Lalafell again and huried back to him. But it was already too late. He interrupted his healing when he tried to evade the attack.
"I should have been faster. I should have seen that Garlean earlier.....what am I good for if I can't even do this right? I have to go on!"
He was about to stand up as he got startled by an earshaking noise and got swiped of his feet again when a huge glowing sword-shaped object crashed down close by. When he stood up again he saw that anyone close to the crash was also down or just about to stand up. The battle had stopped entirely. And everyone was looking up. The Moon, Dalamud, Meteor, whatever it was - was now cracking open like an egg. He couldn't believe what he saw then. A gigantic dragon emerged and loomed on top of what was left of the shell. He couldn't avert his eyes. He was unable to
do anything at all. The next thing he knew was fire raining down everywhere while the dragon leaped into the air. Rhashi looked around fearfully, desperately searching for any familiar face. Some, like him where just standing still but most of the others just ran. Garlean and Eorzean fronts mashed up as the majority just wanted to get away and flee.
"The destruction from Meteor would have been bad...but this is just worse."
He still stood on the same spot. There wasn't a save place anyway and so he ducked down, reached for his book and started to hastily write down the recent events. He just finished it up when one of Bahamuths flares came down close. The explosion shattered his protective spells in an instant and the shockwave blew him away. He crashed down hard and screamed in pain. He was bleeding from scratches and cuts all over his body. His clothes were singend and torn. Another wave of pain swept over him when he tried to get up and move his left arm. He looked around to find out where he was but it was hopeless. Fire was everywhere around him and still rained down from above. Everyone around had already fled or was dead on the ground or close to it. He desperately tried to heal himself but there wasn't any strenght left in him.
His whole body was in pain but it got suddenly washed away. He felt calm and at peace and could see a bright blue light.
"Is this how it feels to die? No...that's not right...there is something else....the gods?"
He looked up and could get a glimpse of what was happening in the sky above him. Bahamuth was about to get trapped once again.
"They have answered our call! They will..."
all his hope was lost instantly when the new shell burst and the blue calming light was banished by the flames that engulfed the whole plain once again. The dragon was charging up his final attack to kill anyone in the whole area with one brutal strike.
"No! What....did they abandon us? Was it all for naught? I don't want to die here....alone..."
He struggled to get up but couldn't move any more. All his strenght was gone and his whole body was trembling. He closed his eyes and curled himself up. Then, everything turned white...
The eleventh hour
He was late. While he hurried down the slope he could already see the raging battle between the empire and the allied forces. The clanging from metal on metal, hundreds of battleshouts, barked orders, insults and the screams of pain reached his ears which made him go even faster. He had to catch his breath when he finally reached the army. He went straight to the first small camp where a lot of wounded were piling up. A few white mages already attended to their needs and it looked like they could handle it for now. A heavy armoured Elezen made his way towards the camp carrying his lifeless comrade in his arms. There was nothing the mages could do for her any more. She was gone but he refused to accept it. Some bystanders had to seize him and the mages had to put him to sleep to prevent him from hurting anyone in his outbreak of blind rage.
"I am not needed here...move on stupid!"
His hand was shaking. This wasn't a place for him. The battle was horrifying with so many gravely injuread and/or dead. Dalamud looming over them bigger as ever before engulfing the whole plateau in a red twilight. The land itself screaming in pain from battles long past and maybe for the pain yet to come. He could feel the sadness and agony. He gathered his strenght and straigthened up, burrying all distracting feelings deeply inside him - for now - and continued his way to the front lines. He wanted to help anyone in need of healing and to find his friends who he had lost on his way there. He soon realized that it would be near impossible to find anyone in this chaos but he could help at least. He stopped by every injured he found and used his cure spells. He handed out some potions he brought to those who were running to the front and meet the enemy.
His eyes widenend and he froze in place for a second when he saw an abandoned Lalafell lying on the ground. He wore the colours of the adders and was gravely wounded.
"No! Don't you dare dying on me now!"
He ran for it, kneeled down
beside him and instantly started to heal him to pull him back from the brink of death. He was nearly done when someone shouted and him. He looked around and threw himself backwards when he saw an enemy charging right at him. But he was
too slow. His stoneskin saved his live but his attacker still managed to bring him down. Now he was standing over him and raised his spear for the deathblow. Rhashi paniced and threw the first spell at him that came to his mind - Aero. It ripped through his armour and send him flying away from him crashing down hard on his back. Rhashi got up again and saw the lifeless body of the Garlean soldier. He was trembling. He never killed anyone before and his opponent didn't look much older than himself. The realisation came as a shock to him.
"I didn't want to hurt anyone. But I had no choice, right? And how did I get so close to the front without realising it? I hope the others are well. Damn, no!"
He just remembered the Lalafell again and huried back to him. But it was already too late. He interrupted his healing when he tried to evade the attack.
"I should have been faster. I should have seen that Garlean earlier.....what am I good for if I can't even do this right? I have to go on!"
He was about to stand up as he got startled by an earshaking noise and got swiped of his feet again when a huge glowing sword-shaped object crashed down close by. When he stood up again he saw that anyone close to the crash was also down or just about to stand up. The battle had stopped entirely. And everyone was looking up. The Moon, Dalamud, Meteor, whatever it was - was now cracking open like an egg. He couldn't believe what he saw then. A gigantic dragon emerged and loomed on top of what was left of the shell. He couldn't avert his eyes. He was unable to
do anything at all. The next thing he knew was fire raining down everywhere while the dragon leaped into the air. Rhashi looked around fearfully, desperately searching for any familiar face. Some, like him where just standing still but most of the others just ran. Garlean and Eorzean fronts mashed up as the majority just wanted to get away and flee.
"The destruction from Meteor would have been bad...but this is just worse."
He still stood on the same spot. There wasn't a save place anyway and so he ducked down, reached for his book and started to hastily write down the recent events. He just finished it up when one of Bahamuths flares came down close. The explosion shattered his protective spells in an instant and the shockwave blew him away. He crashed down hard and screamed in pain. He was bleeding from scratches and cuts all over his body. His clothes were singend and torn. Another wave of pain swept over him when he tried to get up and move his left arm. He looked around to find out where he was but it was hopeless. Fire was everywhere around him and still rained down from above. Everyone around had already fled or was dead on the ground or close to it. He desperately tried to heal himself but there wasn't any strenght left in him.
His whole body was in pain but it got suddenly washed away. He felt calm and at peace and could see a bright blue light.
"Is this how it feels to die? No...that's not right...there is something else....the gods?"
He looked up and could get a glimpse of what was happening in the sky above him. Bahamuth was about to get trapped once again.
"They have answered our call! They will..."
all his hope was lost instantly when the new shell burst and the blue calming light was banished by the flames that engulfed the whole plain once again. The dragon was charging up his final attack to kill anyone in the whole area with one brutal strike.
"No! What....did they abandon us? Was it all for naught? I don't want to die here....alone..."
He struggled to get up but couldn't move any more. All his strenght was gone and his whole body was trembling. He closed his eyes and curled himself up. Then, everything turned white...
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