After day of trekking through Maelestrum's northern plains, traveling by horse to where they she had been informed about the Fae "attack". Ever ambitious to enter battle to protect the soldiers who were officially under her command due to her royal lineage, from what she believed to be only a small riot, Kaalia rode on ahead of the large battalion of mounted Paladins, horse-drawn carriages filled with priests of arthane, and small, but ever intimidating squads of battle priests of the templar's order, wielding large staves with bladed, gold-colored halberds, with the heads shaped like that of a sun. "My highness, please stop leaving formation!" High Cathar Delvon yelled out to her, forced to lead the counter attack on the fae by The King, making sure to protect his daughter at all costs. "You may not be in battle, but what if there would to be an archer out of your sight nearby?" He said, attempting to persuade her into staying behind the front lines, trying not to be responsible for her demise.<br/><br/>"Have one of your priests make a shield then!" Kaalia yelled back tormentingly, like a child. "They should be good for something if they can fight with swor-" but before she could finish her taunt, Delvon cast out a spell that yanked the young princess off her horse, causing her to land looking up at the commander's stead. "IF you are quite done, Ms. Vonethes, you should know that priests aren't as weak as you think they are. NOW go retrieve your horse before it gives away our position, were about to enter where the fae assault began." Typical Delvon, Kaalia thought, being her somewhat of an opposite, being a no-nonsense-hardnosed-commander who is easily pissed. Also, Emphasizes the 1st word of every sentence when angered. That always annoyed her.<br/><br/>After another few minutes of travels through what seemed more like a war-torn battlefield rather than a town that had, up untill recently, been a bustling hub of fae life. "Are you sure was only something as petty as a riot Delvon?" Kaalia asked, and then flinched, almost falling off her horse after seeing a fae being lynched from a tree-branch. "Mind your ignorance Kaalia." He responded, becoming somewhat insulted by her. "War is nothing to revel in, and even something you think to be small like a riot is something most people would think to be an atrocity of the dark gods or demons." A moment later after their small conversation, an arrow flew randomly straight from the front of the small army, and pierced the helmet of the soldier next to kaalia, driven all the way through his skull, killing him almost instantly. "WE'RE UNDER FIRE!" one voice rang out from the center, and then the bloodshed began, with a small legion of Fae, soldier and commoner alike both flanking and Kaalia's group. However, She herself, was still occupied with the fallen soldier that had died right next to her. "....Like Delvon said" She thought, and was then reminded of the danger around her by Delvon yelling for a full-on blaze of glory through the Fae defense.<br/><br/>Heading his words too soon, Kaalia unsheathed her sword, and began speeding vapidly past her comrades, and straight to the front line, attempting to cut a swath through the Fae insurgency like those around her. after wounding 2 or 3 spearmen infront of her, Her stead was then impaled upon by other pike-men who had managed to avoid the crusade until then. leaping from her stead, and landign on one of her horse's killers, Kallia, despite warnings from superiors behind her, began trying to cut the small fae soldiers out of the sky, forgettign that she had a shield all the while. After being jabbed at once by a Fae who had tried to flee after killing a Templar, she immediately grabbed it by the head, and, just before she stabbed it, began to hear its pleas for mercy.<br/><br/>"Please, don't kill me, I don't wish to die..." the Fae spoke<br/><br/>she released him, and fell to her knees, beginning to realize Delvon's words, and watched as the Maelestrum knights pushed forward through the fae forces, like wave of self-righteous might, looking at the dying men and women of both sides around her, and looked at the blood on her blade. "Christophe....I ruined this blade...." she thought, and could do nothing but attempt to hold back as much tears as she could. A hand then reached out to her from behind, and a familiar voice spoke. "My highness...." Delvon said, looking at the princess, drowning in her sorrow, realizing what she was feeling. Guilt. no, worse that guilt. Despair. Pure, and utter despair. "I think you should..... return to camp outside the city." He said, realizing that she needed get out of there now. "Ill have the guards bringing the prisoners to the cells escort you." He said, then leaving, hoping all would be resolved. Kaalia then stood up, with a grim, cold, expression, sheathing her sword, and began to walk backwards, through the crowd of charging Templars and paladins, being accompanied by the guard-squad shortly afterwards.<br/><br/>(yes, it took me a long time, Im REALLY sorry being such an arse).