Zebeneschamali, Lyran Alliance
2, January, 3065
All she could feel at that time was fear, and the pungent chill of loss.
"We have no time, Leah!" Her bodyguard yelled. The crowd around them was getting thicker, and bruises from being tossed around marked their skins. Behind them, a few militia soldiers ran trough the mass of scared people, clearly searching for someone. Their raised weapons were like omens of a terrible future. Looking like someone who, somehow, felt to have failed his duty, the bodyguard turned again at her. "Just run!"
He put a piece paper in her trembling hands and pushed her away from him.
" She whispered.
"I'll buy you some time. Now go!"
Without knowing what to do, she simply let her best friend go, against the flow of moving bodies, into the arms of their pursuers. Leah tried to say something, to do something, but she simply got washed away by the crowd, unable to turn back, pressed along with it. As she ran, she felt the tears