War Heart

"Now wait a second," Alex grumbles still half asleep. Dylan stops speaking so Alex can continue.
"I missed the first part. So there are all these girls and they are trying to do what exactly?" He questions. I sigh, it pays to pay attention.
"There are only 4 girls, Nala the red headed bandit, Kara the fighter, black hair comes from Kilren where there are orange dyes, Ali the sword expert who was Dylan's best friend and Bella the leader with the unique ability to order people things and they have to do it. The four of them are trying to defeat Riley and his mutants because he somehow built a mind control system," I sum up for him. He takes in the information and slowly nods.
"So the red head, the fighter, the sword expert and the leader are going up against a vampire with a wicked talent to cause trouble," Alex shortens my summary. I frown at him.


8. Chapter 4 (Kara)

I yawn sleepily but cringe when my head aches from it. The blood rushes to my head and my ankles scream in pain. I force my eyes to stay closed though, almost afraid of what I'll see. A fire crackles temptingly but I know not to look. Images of the previous night float through my head and I watch in horror. 

'Men poured into the circular area armed with swords and knives. Nala stood shakily, in her clothes that marked her as a bandit and greeted them half asleep. The first man shoved her out of the way and I watched her crumple to the ground in an unconscious heap.  Ali and I shared confused looks but hadn't even had the chance to draw our swords before the men  knocked us both out.' I groan quietly and open my eyes to see what kind of damage is done. The world before me blurs in my eyes from being upside down for so long but I can still pick out three men laughing around a camp fire. Ali coughs beside me and Nala still lays in a heap near the fire. I look up and see that my feet are tied  loosely together to a wooden contraption the bandits put up. So loosely that if I move too quickly my feet will fall through and I would plunge to the ground face first. I think of my brothers back in Kilren. They used to tease me all the time. Of course, being the youngest of 6 means I was bound to be teased. Although, I was hurt by the teasing, they teased me about how I was learning to be a fighter. So I left Kilren and I left my skirts behind. For moons I wandered around in my newly dyed clothes, dyed the dull orange of Kilren. I look back to the men by the fire and find that they are still too involved with themselves to bother glancing over. I fumble around for my sword but by the time I have it unlatched it's already falling from my grasp. I launch my arm out in attempt to catch it but only manage to smack it farther away. The sword clatters to the ground loudly and I cringe. The men stand and wildly search for the sound.
"Check the perimeter! If those buffoon are coming back then we'll give them the fight of their lives!" The tallest one shouts. They all draw their swords and run out of the circle of trees. I snort; if only they were smart enough to actually figure out who made the sound.
"Psst!" I call out to Nala. She mumbles something unintelligible but makes no move to come closer. I sigh in frustration and try to reach for my sword which now lays at least two feet below me. I stretch my arm as far as it can go but I still can't reach my sword.
"Nala," I hiss in the direction of Nala. No response.
"Nala wake up or I will scream right now!" I try. No response.
"Please wake up Nala," I beg in a normal voice no longer caring if anyone hears me. All I care about is getting down before I fall. And I'm going to fall soon. A flash of light cuts through the morning glare for a second but then disappears into nothingness. I blink a few times but the light vanished. I tap Ali on the shoulder gently and she jumps awake, startled. The flash comes again and this time both Ali and I see it. 
"What do you think it is?" Ali asks after it disappears. I frown, something seems familiar about it. The light comes again, sweeping across the circle and this time I look deeper into the shine despite the fact it hurts my eyes. Something, a reflection. I can barely make out a figure's reflection in the sliver of light.
"I think..." I trail, my head spinning. I rack my brain for the answer. I know what I saw but for some reason I can't put a name to it. My eyes start to close and I know that I'm not going to be able to stay awake much longer. The pressure on my head is too much and my ankles are about to give out.
"You think?" Ali prompts, her voice echoes through my head. I strain my ankles trying to hold myself up.
"I think...I can't do this anymore," I breathe as my ankles slip further.

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