The Attack.
"Dear Diary,
I think I'm in love. I saw him today, from afar, and it felt like a thousand lightning bolts had struck my chest. I think he saw me, too. He smiled at me, I think, but I had the sun in my eyes, so I'm not so sure. I hope so. He's the strongest, handsomest, and bravest man I have ever seen. His name is Prince Jon of Hyrule. I wish he would be here with me, and that he would hold me in his arms when I needed him. And that he would tell me how much he loved me and how much he needed me. And that he would--"
"What are you doing, Stella?" Pandora voice put an end to her daydreams. They were sitting next to one of the many campfires, resting after their long march. The company of roughly 500 souls had walked on all day, hardly pausing to eat.
Stella blushed and hid her diary in her skirts. "Nothing, I was just…" The Mage of Rose had long dark blond hair brought up in an untidy bun framing her child-like face. Her rosebud mouth was a light pink. Her hazel eyes were always wide open, giving her an expression of innocent surprise. No-one would ever have guessed that behind her childish features hid the sharpest mind and the greatest magician of all Hyrule.
Pandora put a comforting hand on her arm. "Don't worry about it. It's normal to keep a diary so far from home when you are so young. I did, when I set out to travel for the first time." she paused to playfully whack her Tikala, Gongo, on his leg. "And then this big guy found me. Then I felt like I didn't need one anymore."
Stella turned, patting her own Tikala, a gentle female by the name of Aloe. She froze as she saw someone emerging through the shadows. "Who goes there?" she called out.
"Relax," a voice replied, "it's only me, Ella Rose, from Sand." She stepped into the light. "May I join you? I'm the only girl from Sand. I'm starting to feel alone." She chuckled.
"Sure," assured Pandora, "Make yourself comfortable." She gestured towards the small camp fire and the blankets already disposed around it. Ella smiled, shadows playing across her curly blond hair. She settled down, spreading her blankets on the hard, rocky ground, grimacing. Her Tikala lay next to her and she smiled fondly to him. He stretched his neck and licked her face adoringly, making her chuckle.
All of a sudden, a scream was heard on the other side of the camp. Hordes of hideous beasts invaded, screeching, cackling and growling. The creatures were humanoids, but they had no face whatsoever, their limbs were deformed and twisted and their skin was scaly and gray. They were carrying large battle axes, strangely enough. Usually, they fought with their bare hands. This attack must have been planned, but by who? Stella's mind twirled and twisted. Suddenly, an axe ripped through the starry night, it's blade glinting evilly, thunking down a
Stella was up in an instant, running towards Aloe. The Tikala reared up and beat her wings out of fear. Stella did her best to calm her: mounting on her while she was agitated would be suicide. She turned, she spurred her westwards, she know the girl who stood with her head bowed over a sword, drenched in her own red blood. She ran, and by the dozens beside her they fell, man, woman, or demon. She flew up, surveying the massacre below. She lifted her arms towards the stars and laughed with exhilaration as she absorbed their energy. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She forced her arms down and full of magical energy she plunged towards the combat.
The first monster didn't realize what was happening as a ray of light passed through his body until too late. His body twisted, almost gracefully, and fell into a pool of green blood spilled by one of his brothers. The combat raged around her. Bars of Magic shot through the sky, lighting up the battle scene, otherwise plunged in darkness, like lightning bolts. A one-eyed dragon swooped down from the skies, spurting green fire from it's hideous nostrils. A Tikala went down, and another, and another, before the Mages finally brought it crashing down onto riders and monsters alike. Thunder was heard in the distance.
Stella looked up towards the cliff, her Magic and energy drained. She saw a man, cloak billowing in the wind, a dragon helmet on his head. At that point one of the creatures hit Aloe on the leg and she toppled forwards, screaming, falling…
She hit the ground violently. She could feel nothing but pain. All went black.