One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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Lying awake at night I sometimes feel that I shall never again see my sister. Her steps are ahead of mine; out of reach by mere days at times. Why does she run? And why does she aid those who ruined our lives?
Diary of Cassandra Nightwing
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Cassandra marched out into the cold, the flaps of the tent parting open before her. Each stride matched the determined purpose flaring in her green eyes. "What's the meaning of this?"
There was a small contingent of her troops outside holding a ragged man against his will.
"This man claims to be a messenger from the local rebel faction we routed the other day, Ma'am." The captain heading with the detachment answered. He followed it up by tossing a silver ring towards her. "Says he's here to negotiate a prisoner exchange."
In a smooth stroke, the general caught the bauble as it tumbled end over end through the air. All while the man squirmed. His posture told her he did not particularly enjoy being held like a prisoner himself. But as far as Cassandra was concerned? That's what he was at this point, whether he liked it or not.
She surveyed the ring. Every inch of it. Having collected so many of them throughout the years, one would have presumed by now her mind would be numb to the traitorous symbol. But anyone who dared to think such would have been sorely mistaken. It didn't matter if she'd seen one or one million of the trinkets etched with the sign of the eagle. As each new one was acquired, it burned a hole in her heart. The same as all before it.
"We don't exchange prisoners with rebel scum." She spat.
"We have two lieutenants and a major from your armies." The man, speaking out of turn, drew a look that spoke to the general's deepest irritation at his ill-advised presumptuousness. "You have two dozen of our men. We are willing to - "
Cassandra cuffed him across the face. "I don't care. Execute them. Those fools can die for being stupid enough to get captured. I am not releasing any prisoners caught on the field of battle." Then she added, "Nor you." His wide eyes were pleasurable to her senses. "Put him with the rest. It's time for an execution of our own, anyway."
