The battle ended just like any other. There was no romance to it, no glory. Just the smell of blood hanging heavy in the air, the ground littered with the bodies of other, sons, brother and husbands, the taste of gun powder coating her tongue. Each time was tragic and horrible in its own way but this time was worse for Akara. She'd never before used her skills against her own country folk.<br/><br/>Guilt like nothing she'd ever felt tore it's way through her more crippling then any wound. Seeing Vorhess and his banner, the men a great many having trained under her coming from Aurora made Akara feel sick. This was wrong so very, very wrong. She wasn't a traitor her entire life had been devoted to her king even now all she did was for her king and yet she was hated. It was an odd thing being hated, she found she very much didn't like it.<br/><br/>The small girl her hair unbound walked towards the rail of the ship the wind catching her ebony colored hair and whipping it around her as she gazed across the sea towards her home idly wondering if she'd ever make it home again. What would they think of her? Would they believe her a traitor too?<br/><br/>The very thought of her people turning from her practically stole her breath from her lungs and she leaned her head down closing her eyes. The golden time of her life was over.<br/><br/>Unable to stand her own thoughts nor the sense of deep seated guilt that gnawed at her Akara pushed away from the rail and went below deck. it felt confined and she immediately hated it. She usually slept on the deck during sea travel but she needed something to do. She found the captains quarters and search through his things but to her not much of it was of use though there was a set of letters Ayria might be interested in.<br/><br/>There were weapon stores in some of the lowest rooms that stunk of salt water and were damp. A bad place to store suck idem. She took five of the best blades all light and quick, easy to wield and carry and with a wet stone went back above deck into the light that was near blinding.<br/><br/>Ayria was awake and Akara shared a brief look with her though it was nothing more then an acknowledgement of her being awake. Akara walked to the starboard rail and sat down with the swords to her left her back against the side of the ship. With the scent of the sea heavy and comforting in the air erasing slowly the scents of battle and death Akara drew one of the swords the blade gleaming in the sunlight and set the stone to the edge sharpening the blade to that of a razor blade with slow practices almost meditative movements.