[center][b]Cease Fire[/b][/center] --- Things were in utter chaos around Draza and her comrade Gahrul. Avarice and greed had flown through the ichor of the cruel laughter of the hellspawn demon lord, and had corrupted so many of those around her. Her friends, her allies, her people, her hope. She had been in pain from her injuries, and in shock through a lot of this, only able to keep herself going on happy thoughts of teamwork, and she was seeing those thoughts seemingly go to waste. Her frail little body became stiff, as she glanced around at the devolving state of affairs and she turned to Gahrul. With her remaining good arm, she tugged at the ogre, “Gahrul, I think I need a piggyback ride.” Her tone was oddly serious, even if her diction was still sweetly innocent. Gahrul gently grabbed her, so as to not hurt her, and placed her up and upon his shoulders near his neck. She leaned into him and got into a safe riding spot, using some material fetched from her pack to harness herself to him. Gahrul didn’t take out his towering shield, instead leaving it on his back where it was, to protect Draza. As the soldiers of all sides fought around him, Draza spoke to him to pick up a large piece of debris, “Just in case.” Gahrul found such a piece, a large stone from the damaged building, and held it at the ready for whatever Draza had in mind. Gahrul trusts in the sprite. Draza gestured off towards the maniacal laughing, “We’ve a friend to meet, Gahrul,” her tone pointed with anger, “Let’s introduce ourselves.” Gahrul simply nodded slowly in response as he made his way through the bickering and conflict towards the shadow of the demon lord that had so blessed them with his audience, and corrupted those present for his amusement. With each lumbering and slow step, Draza prayed. “Moja pani Łada, z za otchłani z której zostałeś wygnany, błagam Ciebie. Zachować silny duch w moich znajomych. Zachować uczciwe ich umysły przed szaleństwem. Zachować nasze serca prawdziwe, i odeprzeć chciwość który nęka nas. Pomóż mi, z całą współczucia, miłości i miłosierdzia Twego serca. Wysłać posłańców, wysłać błogosławieństwo, wyślij mi łaskę, że mogę stanąć wysoki, gdy jestem tak słaby. Kiedy jestem tak boli. Kiedy jestem tak mało. Dokonać we mnie wielki mówca, i niech mnie zabić wstrętną bestię, która jest korupcja. Z skrzydlate strony przewodnika mój język tak, że mówię dobrze i dobrze w uszach waszych, i zapisać dusze tych wokół mnie. Moi przyjaciele. Moja rodzina. Niech sobie zostaną zapisane.” Gahrul was now close to the demonic shadow, and Draza gave him a tug, whispering, “Stop.” Draza took a deep breath, and finished her prayer, “I daj nam świętować i się bawić kiedy to się skończy.” She braced herself against her friend, giving a stern look to the shade of the demon, before turning to face the fighting crowds. Then, of all things, she began to sing, every line from her heart with all the love she could muster for these fractured people. Through the song, she would reach into her pack and take out more toys, and other gifts, and sweets, and let them be offered to all who would take them or wish to see them, even Greed himself was welcomed to her charity and song. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bw7VLJT5mdA](( Sung to the tune of the following ))[/url] “Hello to all my friends Who gathered here today You've forgotten how t'share, and think that greediness will pay It doesn't matter now If you are rich or poor 'Cause deep inside you, you all know that there is something more 'Cause you know what makes you smile, smile, smile Yes you do It fills our hearts with sunshine all the while Yes it does 'Cause all you really need to smile, smile, smile Are your happy friends and kin You don't need lots of things Or power and control 'Cause sharing all your wealth n' love Is how you all should roll But if you're kind of worried That charity's around Just know that all you give away Will turn a sad frown upside down 'Cause you know what makes you grin, grin, grin Yes you do When you give a gift and see that smile begin Just getting a joyful grin, grin, grin Y'know will fill you with good cheer It's true some days you're broke and lonely And maybe you feel sad But Draza will be there to show you that it isn't that bad There's one thing that makes me happy And makes me whole life worthwhile And that's when I give to my friends and get them to smile It'll make us all so happy Your kindness gives me glee I give a smile, I get a smile And that's so special to me So bust it out and just give, give, give Like I do Tell me, what more can I say to make you see That it's right It'll make you happy when you give, give, give Yes, it always makes my day Come on everybody, share, share, share Fill our hearts up with sunshine, sunshine All you really need's to share, share, share Because sharing is divine Come on everybody, share, share, share Fill our hearts up with sunshine, sunshine All you really need's to share, share, share Because sharing is divine Yes a perfect gift for me Is to see you share with another To make me happy as can be Share, share, share, share, share Come on and share Come on and share” Greed begins to laugh as the sprite bursts into prayer, his voice mocking, "Your gods are gone now, little Draza! They can do nothing Nothing NOTHING!" Yet, as Draza sheds her possessions, Greed for a moment looks shocked, eyes following as a particularly shiny object falls before him. Bodies leap for it and he lets out a howl of frustration, stamping his feet with great crashes of jingling coins. And yet, this little sprite chose to mock him more, by bursting into a song for the mortals about her! "IT WON'T WORK! IT WON'T HELP! YOU CAN DO NOTHING!" he snarls. Perhaps it would not, perhaps it would, but the soldiers of the republic were beginning to look about in a daze, uncertain what they were doing. And even still, a few of the Templar even appeared less aggressive in their fighting. Draza, while she continued to sing about how wonderful sharing is, hearing the anger of Greed, upped the ante, and began to give more than just the gifts she had brought, now offering her money, and other stuff more important to her as well. Things meant little to the sprite, and people meant much. She would gladly give everything she owned if it would help save them. As she began to give some of her more valuable possessions, even Gahrul began to give of himself, joining her, although not quite sure as to what purpose it was for. Outside the town, though, along a road dividing ruined fields, a winged angel perks their head up, listening, as if a whisper was in the wind. He sets his jaw and turns as the wind seems to die and change course, urging him elsewhere. His eyes glitter as he whispers, "I knew there were still those, who remembered." He spreads his wings and takes flight.