VOXI
- the night before the first battle -
"Sisters, brothers," the Voice breathed, her soft voice shaking as she stood before them. Her paws pressed against the wet stone of a tall rock, its surface drenched by the waterfall that coursed by her. "We intercepted a magpie of Jacob's."
A hush fell over the assembled pacifists.
"His forces will stand at Maiden's Braid tomorrow—summer's dawn." She shook her head, her heart leaping to her throat. Around her, the Symphony became alive with the shocked and outraged voices of her people. Her friends, her likeminded compatriots.
"And we will have to be there too."
A palpable chill spread through the Symphony but the Voice, still unused to having so many eyes on her, carried on. "We need to prep the villagers, warn them, evacuate whoever we can. We cannot allow these villages to be ravaged by war." Although she felt unsteady, she tried to reach her full height. To stand strong against the fear coiling in her stomach.
"We put ourselves at risk by doing this—we may even have to fight the soldiers that try to take the village. It is a risk, one I cannot demand you take." Voice swallowed and sucked in a deep, steadying breath. "But I ask you to."
She leaped down from her perch so that she could stand among her friends. They were not many, but they were brave, bold, and oh so driven to protect their families—and the families of others.
"We must show them that Rionnach cannot be conquered."
That their voices—the voices of the people—were fit enough to rule.
VOXI
no posting here — vignette IV of IV
