Title: Flash Fire
Summary: She sacrificed a lot for her brother so he could escape hell. Now in isolation, will she find her own happiness or will war come knocking once more?
Author Note: this is going to be a drabble, so chapters will be anywhere between 100-600 words.
Oliver and Fredrik stood far in the distance of the war, their bodies covered in ash and mud to hide their scent. They knew that they had to run but they could not tear their eyes away from their Maker, their Mistress as she walked calmly through the field towards Miguel.
“No.” Oliver breathed in horror and sadness, his eyes slipping shut in grief as he watched Miguel tear his maker apart. His shoulders slumped as he turned away, he had one last thing to do for her and he will deliver it.
“We need to leave.” Fredrik muttered, his eyes still locked onto the battle. He could not see as far as his Mate but he knew Oliver saw their maker’s destruction.
“I just hope we don’t lose out heads for it.” Oliver muttered before sighing once more. “We need to go north, Colorado. ”
Fredrik rose his brows as they took off, making sure to run on the outside and in between territories. “Why Colorado? I thought it’d be too close to the wars.”
“They live in the mountains; they were reluctant to leave so far as well as being spotted. We must hurry, I already know this meeting won’t be present and then we must find Charles… he will need to know that…” Oliver trailed off, unable to form the sentence but he knew his Mate would understand.
“We might get killed right?” Fredrik asked with a grimace. “We’re going to The Major and Captain’s home uninvited and littered in war scars. I can push out emotions onto a group of newborns babe but not a full-fledged empath.”
Oliver didn’t say anything but grasp his mates hand tightly as he led them towards their destination… or death.
Author Note: I know… I’m being cruel lol