<div class="floatleft">(http://www.radekaphotography.com/images/Oak-Forest-Trail.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Gate to Tower Trail</strong></span><br/>-Two hours after Tower's collapse-<br/>-Scorpio Sun / Gemini Moon-<br/><br/>- Ili'Meni Westcott<br/>- Micshe Variel<br/>- Gennavive Iis<br/><br/>Tagged : Panthea<br/><br/>Their piston hooves piled the earth into stacks of compacted thumps. The four woman had left with two of the horses, still used as pack animals. Panthea had been put on the front of Micshe's horse. They were riding too hard, and no one was allowed a side-saddle.  Ten medics, and one mechanic were marching at double-time behind them. They lost twenty seconds with every minute. The woman that were rising had a fortunate road. The path between the Tower camp and the Gate Camp had been used for years in many ways. It was a trade route, and the soldiers used it all day every day. Not to say that it was straight, the demonic presence in the woods had paved it originally, and they were curved in nature.<br/><br/>Movement was easy though, and speed was reached. The horses were pulsing with heat, and sweat. Breathing hard, and not letting up, it was as if they knew what laid ahead of them. Almost like they were fully aware of the urgency.<br/><br/>In this case, the Sages were the first to arrive at the Tower camp. The screams were loud, and the fire was pouring upward. It didn't phase Micshe. Her eyes were thick with tension, and her pupils seemed wider than her iris'.<br/><br/>Gennavive and Ili'meni were horrified. As Micshe stopped the charge short of the enemy, she turned around to see two faces full of fear and desperation. "Lady Variel! why are we not moving!" Ili'meni was furious.<br/><br/>"We cannot charge into a battle-zone that we are unfamiliar with. Espe-" Micshe was interrupted. The participants were forced to scream over the noises above them. The horses were glad to rest, gnarling with heaves of passionate air. Their legs were busy, stretching out and calming down. The girls shuffled around each other without control of their animals. However, Ili'meni's outburst was what had stopped the Sage from speaking.<br/><br/>"They are dying inside! I can hear them screaming." Ili'meni's chest lifted high with rapid breathes. It looked like she had run the whole way here, and not her horse. Gennavive was silent, but tears were forming on her face. she had made good friends with the Sages and Slayers in both houses, and worked for them equally. It was in good fortune that she was hit by the flood and not the demon horde.<br/><br/>"These creatures are Vorin. The rider that came to camp was told by the master Sage of House 409. We are dealing with sadistic demons, Ms. Westcott. They do not seperate warrior from medic. Our white flags mean nothing to them, maybe napkins. We cannot charge. We will dismount and move carefully. We are three Sages and a house maid. We are not prepared for battle. Somewhere inside that camp, there are two Sages and Two Slayers. They are our first priority. All of them will be flying white colors.<br/><br/>Micshe had almost forgotten about Panthea. She had been concerned the whole time, such a small dress, and such a fast pace. the red head pushed at the woman's hip, to signal her dismount. She wouldn't get off of the horse until her fellow rider went first. "Gennavive, put the horses up on these trees."<br/><br/>The woman had stopped twenty feet before the forest cleared itself into a tree-line, and subsequently: The Tower camp. Micshe had lead them through backtrails, and slim paths in order to hide from the Vorin demons within the village, apperhently on the slaughter.<br/><br/>(Continue in "Inside of Anders" Thread - headlined with "The Tower Camp")