Tales of Zalonia: Second Age 3
The man in black looked at Marcia and Lucinda and quickly disappeared. Marcia immediately went to chase him down. However, when she arrived at where she saw him, she was unable to find him. Lucinda joined her and asked, “What was that all about?”
“I thought I saw someone. Let’s prepare for battle; there are more arrows flying over the gate and they are coming closer to the center of the village. The army is close.” It didn’t take long for the villagers to prepare for war. Many of the women and children headed to the opposite side of the village, and the fighters had gathered their shields, swords, and arrows.
Marcia and Lucinda had prepared their weapons and started off firing arrows over the wall, hoping to hit the army. Arrows flew in and they held up their shields to deflect them.
Sam commanded, “Fall back! Fall back now!” Most of the fighters heeded his command and fell back. Suddenly a large sound came from the gates of the city. The outside army was quickly trying to break through. Marcia and Lucinda fell back with their arrows pointing toward the breaking gates. Another large bang and the gates came off their hinges.
Marcia and Lucinda released their arrows and Marcia was able to take out one of the soldiers. Lucinda’s arrow fell short. However, the army was large and impossible to stave off with the few fighters in the village.
The army quickly came in and took over the city. Marcia did her best to resist but eventually she was captured and chained to a post. The village of Lamax was swiftly conquered. Marcia looked to see what had happened to Lucinda, but she had disappeared.
Once the city was taken over, the army brought with them prison wagons. Marcia could feel fear grip her heart, as she knew, she didn’t have a plan for escape. The wagon was attached to horses and driven by two men, and there were five other prisoners with her in the cage. The small space ranked of body odor.
Marcia looked out of her bars at the three moons that were in sight, the blue, the red, and the golden moon. Ishtorth, the red moon, was what she looked to when she needed hope. However, night it was faint in the background, not offering the comfort it had offered her many nights before while protecting the village. The blue moon, Cadrone was shining brightly. The villagers often considered it to be a moon that brought darkness with it. Dark wizards would generally work their magic when this moon was at its height in strength. At last there was the golden moon, simply referred to as the moon. It was often used by magic users and seers to predict omens. Marcia was not educated in reading the golden moon, but she often gazed at it through her night watches. Right now, only a sliver of the golden moon could be seen as it was waning from its full splendor.
Marcia worked to calm her fears, so she could think clearly. It wasn’t long before they were out on the plains that surrounded Lamax. Some of the fighters from the attacking army walked next to the prison wagons. As she looked out the bars of her prison, she counted nine other prison wagons lined up behind and ahead of her. Other prisoners from the village were yelling at the guards, but Marcia couldn’t make out their words.
Marcia decided to remain quiet, as she didn’t find any use hollering at the soldiers. It seemed that the stoic soldiers ignored the villagers, as they moved on. The night seemed to last forever and at daybreak, they reached a large village that Marcia had never been to.