forum Fantasy, a fight against an unfair hierarchy (Open if you want to restart it(?))

Started June 18, 2018 by @Rvan group

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“We should get to the others." Bronze shook himself awake, then stood and went for the door.

“If you’re sure…” Eira stood up with him.

"We probably need to help the injured recover," Bronze replied, yet he couldn't keep the tinge of disappointment out of his voice. He walked out of the tent and braced himself against the chaos of the injured camp.

Fires were still being put out, tent were destroyed and people were being tended to all over. It was a mess but it looked like most people were healing pretty fast.

"What do you think the attack means? Could they have… followed us here?" Bronze murmured as he went for a bucket of water to help clean a wound of a crying child. He glanced at Eira.

“I’m not sure… unless we have a spy. But that man that attacked you should be fine to interrogate soon.” Eira crouched down in front of one of the wounded soldiers to tend his leg wound.

"The queen's tactics to get rid of magic users are getting… cold. These are children," Bronze sighed and pinched his brow, "We're magic users. We should be able to protect our own, yet executions happen every day it seems like.”

Eira shook her head, “As soon as she declared war on us this was always going to happen. Nothing can change that,” She sighed and sat down, “No matter what we do.”

"We need to fight back," Bronze whispered, more to himself, but then, "We need to fight back. I'm done taking this sh*t," He looked at Eira, his words stronger, "What if we fought against her for once? We shouldn't have to be cowaring in the mountains… I want to stop her. We need to stop her."

“How, Bronze? She’s to strong for us. We’re only a few magic users and a small army compared to hers.”

Bronze wouldn't stop. He couldn't, "There has to be a way. It's either sit here and wait until she executes us or we die fighting," He paused, thinking about what he was saying once more before whispering it, as if the queen would hear it herself, "We could sneak in. We could attack her in her sleep or something. Something quick. We can't fight her soldiers, but we can fight her," Bronze got up to pace.

“No, absolutely not.”

"That's stupid," Galadriel answered.

Bronze had to. He had to kill the queen. He looked at his hands and made a thin tendril of fire curl around his arm. He would need to practice first, but after that… A chaotic glint shown in his eyes as he looked at them, "I'm going to assassinate her."

"That won't work."

"What else will?" Bronze let the flame curl to encompass his arm before leading it to his other arm, "I have to kill her. Even if no one stands with me, it only takes one dagger through the neck."

"I agree with you on having to kill her. I'm just saying that you have to have a proper plan," Galadriel answered, sticking her arm up as vines wrapped around it and stood her in front of Bronze. "You can't just go rushing in there."

"Of course I'm not going to just rush in there. I'm aware I need to practice my magic first," Bronze gave a quick glance at Eira, "But my mind is set I will go in there after I've trained enough. I’m going to kill her like how she was going to hang us, in cold blood," Bronze turned away, letting his fire wink out.

Galadriel shot a vine towards Bronze, turning him around. "At least promise me I can slit her neck, like she did my mother."

Bronze glanced down at the vine wrapped around his arm. He frowned. Then he lit his arm on fire, the flame's heat like a cozy blanket to him. The vine burned off, "Don't ever touch me again." Bornze said with deathly seriousness, "And I think you forget that everyone here has lost a loved one to the queen," He blocked out the screams of the people in the café.

Galadriel glared at him before swinging up to the trees.