Epilogue.

The night was cold and quiet.

Ten soldiers; five on foot, five mounted on horses was lead by another person riding gracefully on a battle horse. They marched stealthily across the dry grassy plains, scavenging supplies and searching for their wounded comrades from a previous battle they had that day.

"Get every resource you find." Said their leader, who, surprisingly, was a woman. "And if you hear a wounded comrade crying out, mend him and take him back to camp immediately."

The men obediently obeyed her orders and muttered hushed commands and instructions to the others.

A soldier mounted on a grey battle horse trotted right next to their leader and said;

"My lady," his voice was careful and filled with respect. "Your presence with us tonight is truly a great honor, but…"

"Anything wrong, Garfell?" The Lady asked.

"It is quite dangerous for you to be out here. You are one of the most important leaders or the Resistance. Your life is at risk if you continue to be with us. We will never know; the the enemy may be lurking in the shadows. Waiting for a chance to ambush us the very moment we are unaware.

"Please," the Lady cut in. "The council has blabbered enough on me, I do not need more of this."

She brushed strand of stray hair aside when a cold wind blew down on them.

"I am perfectly aware of my actions. And I am sure of this decision of accompanying this squadron in the retrieval operation."

"But-" the soldier known as Garfell was about to reason out when they heard a wild cry.

The horses began to panic as arrows shot out from the shadows and men with nets, swords and awes jumped out and attacked them.

"Run, Lady!" Garfell cried as he drew his long sword.

The men in the squad were being killed one by one and there were only a few of them left.

The Lady drew her sword staff elegantly to be ready for any attack coming at her.

"What are you doing?" Garfell demanded. "You must flee!"

"I am not a coward to turn my back and leave my men behind!" She replied angrily.

"An honor," Garfell dipped hi head slightly. "But leave us! If you die, the Resistance will fall!"

The Lady bit her lower lip as she struggled to decide. Garfell was right, if she looses her life here, the Resistance will fall.

'I do have an air to the position.' She thought, but quickly discarded it. With a kick on the rib cage of his horse, she and her steed turned and started to make a run for it.

But suddenly, a heavy net fell upon her and her horse tripped. She fell off tangled up in the net.

"My Lady!" Garfell cried.

"Stay back!" she shouted.

The men who attacked them advanced forward and two picked up the net where the Lady was tangled.

"This is a keeper!" one of the men whistled in a tune.

Another eyed her maliciously; "She's looks like she's royalty." He turned to their leader. "How much do you think she'll cost, boss?"

One man who approached Garfell replied; "A mountain of gold" he smirked. "But we could use her for 'entertainment' while she's with us."

"Don't you dare!" Garfell cried and delivered a deadly blow the man. "You dirty slaver!"

But the man was quick. He blocked Garfell's blow with his iron club and with a fast swing, delivered a hard blow on the side of Garfell's head.

The Lady who was wrapped around in the net held by two other men thrashed and kicked wildly.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "This instant!"

"No way." One of her captors replied. "You're worth a lot of money and pleasure"

He winked at her.

"You disgust me." The Lady sneered.

Garfell who was falling deep into unconsciousness quickly struggled to get up and fight off the slavers but he can't.

"Lady," he croaked weakly. "My L-lady…Nasuada!"

But she cannot hear his voice for the carried her away into the shadows of the trees.

As he lost consciousness, the last this she heard was the screams of the captured leader of The Varden.

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