Interlude 1 - Kelara's POV

I couldn't leave them. I could not let someone die knowing I survived in their place. It's just... The thought alone is disgusting. I just couldn't.

I feared for David, of course. I wished we had a lot more days left, my heart always started to pund whenever I saw him, but I also knew he was too stubborn to leave. He wouldn't run away without us, his weird moral code wouldn't not let him. Or maybe mine was the weird one?

I didn't know back then, I still don't know now, after all this time. David was something special, literally someone not from our world. Still the mere thought of him make me wet in some places, as it did so long ago. I truly miss him.

I remember him having a spear, but still hanging in the back, as he was ordered. Those few times I let my eyesight break from the incoming demons and sneaked a peek at him, he looked like he was fighting with himself. He feared for his and our lives, and it wasn't surprising. I was scared too, my knees were trembling, I was biting my lip so it stopped shaking. In all honesty I've never been in a proper battle before, of course I had few skirmishes here and there, but nothing so **** like this. Layla however was showing David her back side while watching the approaching demons. She even said something wildly inappropriate to him, but I managed somehow to forget it, thank gods.

How did I survive this ****?

I wish I could speak about mine and Layla bravery. About how we and all the other defenders managed to somehow win, push back or discourage our enemies like the old centaur from the legends defending herself from a pack of wolves. About how we managed to save everyone and moved forward without getting ourselves in the middle of that pointless war between the two warlords.

But I can't.

This day was saved by David's sacrifice and that horrible, horrible thing called Ishtar. If I knew what he was getting himself into, what was the price to pay when dealing with that woman, I'd do something. I would run with him. I would stop him in that cave. Or even earlier, when he told us he has to go west, I would convince him that all he will do is bring doom on himself.

But I can't. Not anymore. And he wouldn't listen. His mission was too important. His redemption...

My heart still goes back to that day, and while I'm trying to stay strong and positive inside, my heart cries for his presence. His stories. His reassurance.

David saved us, but that day extracted way too heavy toll on us. On him.

Because Ishtar was a woman that killed him.