INTERLUDE FOUR

Not…yet…

Her mind was hazy and Lucia was holding her up, but she could still think.

I don’t…want to give up.

She heard explosions and the sounds of swords and axes clashing, but she could still think.

Sister Agnes…did everything for the Church. When she was rewarded for taking on dangerous jobs…she would have more Bibles printed. She would go to all the old churches…the ones nobody came to anymore…and smile, saying she’d offer what help she could…and give them to the priests…

Her entire body was stinging with pain from the icy fragments hitting it.

One of the mast’s scattered fragments had struck her on the forehead, and it felt like her brain had been shaken.

Sister Lucia…even when she wasn’t working…she’d always go up to the bell tower at church. That way she could come running if even the slightest thing was wrong. She spent so long up there, waiting, that it almost seems like her home now…

Exhausted tears fell.

Not because it hurt. It was pure, simple frustration.

Everyone else…all of them had good traits. Not one person in our group…is a bad person. So why…? Why did this happen? I don’t…want these villains. I don’t want to have to fight because…someone drew a line on the scales of good and bad, she thought, her limbs swaying limply.

All she wanted was this.

Help…

She endured the pain.

Tears forming in her eyes.

Someone, please rescue them…my precious friends…from this…worthless darkness…