Witch's Revolution Drabble 2

   Elda fell into a chair and let a deep dramatic sigh escape from her mouth as she slumped over to the extent of her capabilities.
   "I'm sorry." Lynn said, and walked out.
   On the way to her oh so special meeting, Elda thought, without me. In her opinion, the wars sucked. Before, she could merely bring up the fact that she was an orphan from birth, and Lynn would let her do anything. Now, she hardly ever got to go out of their slightly magically enchanted box - the enchantment being that it was a sparsely furnished one bedroom apartment inside. Oh well, it wasn't like she had any friends anyway.
   That was why she pranked them, besides the fact that it was the only fun to be had. There was something about orphans, especially orphans from the outside, that made everybody in Boxfroth Village hate her. Well, everybody except Lynn. No one knew whether her parents were protectors or witch hunters, but Elda gathered that everyone assumed they were witch hunters. All she knew was that Lynn had found her on the battlefield and taken her in.
   Elda had asked her once, what she was doing on the battlefield. Lynn was a big protester of the protectors, and the wars all together. Lynn had gotten this look in her blue-green eyes, one that showed sadness down into the depths of her soul. She then told Elda how she went out to the battlefields near Boxfroth whenever she could, to bury the dead and show them respect. Elda didn't believe that was the whole story, but, because of Lynn's look, she'd left it at that.
   Elda got up. She had waited long enough and Lynn would be far gone by now. She walked to the door and opened it a bit to peer out. The streets outside were completely deserted. That was odd, but Elda didn't take any notice. She walked out the door and didn't even care to close it. No one was going to steal from them anyway. As she walked down the street of boxes, she began to notice the silence. She was walking away from the southern edge of the village, the edge that was dangerously close to the other peoples' territory. Things should have been getting noisier.
   Elda got to the main square of the outer, poorer part of the village. It should have been bustling with people, but the only sign of life was the lights coming out of the windows of the only building in this part of the village, the Town Hall. Elda crept up to one of these windows, cracked it just slightly with her telekinesis, ad listened.
   "And that child!" said an angry male voice, "something's got to be done about her. We'll never last against the witch hunters if she keeps destroying every structure we have that's even slightly stable."
   There were sounds of agreement, and then a long, expectant silence.
   Elda was furious! How could Lynn just let them say things like that about her? It was maddening. She stormed off. She didn't pay attention to, over even care, where she was going, she just ran as far away from the Town Hall as she could. By the time she ran out of energy, she had left Boxfroth Village.

   Elda woke with a start, and fell out of a tree. Dazed, she looked up at it and wondered how she had gotten there. As sleep drained out of her system, she recalled the events of the night before.
   "Oh." she said aloud.
   Stupid Lynn. All these years she hadn't cared about Elda at all. Elda was just an act of pity.
   Elda turned to glare at Boxfroth Village in fury, but shock was the only expression to touch her face. Boxfroth Village was engulfed in smoke.
   Elda stood up and looked around. Surely someone was trying to play a trick on her. But there was no one in sight. For the first time in her life, Elda was afraid. Slowly, she made her way back to Boxfroth Village.
   When Elda got there, she realized it was worse than she had first thought. Everything had been burned; there were ashes spread everywhere. With horror Elda realized that there were dead bodies everywhere too, bodies of people she had known.
   "Lynn?" she squeaked.
   Then she ran. She ran to where her home had been the last time she saw it.
   "Lynn?" she screamed.
   Underneath the ash of what had to have once been her box, something moved. Elda rushed to it and started shoveling the ash away.
   "Lynn?"
   Lynn was lying there, covered in burn marks. Elda's eyes began to tear up.
   "Elda," Lynn said with pained breath, "not at home..."
   "Here I am Lynn." Elda said, placing her hand over Lynn's.
   Lynn opened her eyes, and tried to smile.
   "Elda."
   "What happened, Lynn?"
   "Witch hunters..." Lynn said, struggling for breath, "Elda... there is another... city of witches."
   "What?" Elda said, shocked, "I thought we were alone."
   "Witch capital... must tell them... to the east... called Micheal."
   Lynn flinched from the pain.
   "Go... warn them."
   Elda hesitated, then felt a burning sensation on her arms. Lynn had grabbed her.
   "GO!"
   Elda pulled away from Lynn and, crying, ran east, the same way she'd run the night before. She forced herself to keep looking ahead. She'd break if she looked back.