Once there was Darkness

Sandstorm

Part 5

Max came running up the steps. “The wall is intact. No breeches. We have found a great number wounded. Mostly by debris.” Kessa and Max walked away.  

Kol shouted after them. “What do you need?”

Max shook his head, “hands to look for survivors, my king.”

“What do we do?” Rajaf asked. 

“If you find someone, bring them here or to the temple whichever is closer.”

A soldier came running around the building, “the fire is spreading!”

Kol stayed at the palace. Kessa went with the new soldier. People that wanted to help find survivors went with Max. Those that didn’t, stayed behind in the palace.

The fire raged into the night. They were able to contain it to the market.

Daylight found Kessa and the fire fighters covered with black soot. All of the hot spots had been put out. Every muscle she had ached.

General Marcus spoke from behind her, “that was a great idea you had.” They both stared out at the sea.

“Thank you kind sir.”

For the people that their homes survived, they were cleaning up. Mostly sweeping out sand or replacing shutters. Repair work had already started on the palace.

Over all, five hundred people had been injured. But no one was killed. Truly a blessing from God.

Beth and Petro had even come down from the mountain to help.

They were at the palace when all the fire fighters came walking around the corner. Kessa in the lead. Kol’s heart was about to bust when he saw her. It took every ounce of resistance in him not to run to her. Even though she was dirty from head to toe, she was a sight for his eyes.

Kol was covered in sand and blood. Rajaf and Frego were teaching him how to do minor things; clean and bandage wounds. The Queen Mother was cutting material into bandages and filling water pots.

Kessa turned her head and in an instant pulled a sword from nowhere. A circle formed around the king.

King Brum and a group of shadow people rode into the city. With the soldiers being so busy with other duties, no one was guarding the city. An oversight they might pay for with their lives.

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