There weren't enough bodies for you left to claim on the battlefield, however there were a few still back at the Warlock's camp. He had held high value bodies at his camp as well as bodies too weak to fight, which he used for fuel. You found yourself zipping towards that direction and entered the large tent next to the command tent.
You were drawn into one of the healthiest bodies there. She had long blonde hair and a beautiful face, she was only wearing rags but she was being well fed. Instinctively you flew into her chest and took over her body.
It took you a while to adjust to having a body again, breathing felt like a strange sensation, so did the rhythm of your new heart. Being able to feel the world around you was also strange. You didn't care that the rags you wore itched or about the weight of your hair. Your eyes began to sting until your blinked.
You didn't even care that you were now a woman or in the body of someone younger than when you were last human. You didn't know who she was but she must've been important to be one of the few bodies the warlock looked after. Though it seemed that you were the last soul to escape and make it here as the other prisoners didn't wake. You saw a couple of elves, a middle-age man and woman in the room with you.
It took you a little while but you began to slowly move your hands and arms as you adjusted to having a body again. You stood up and stumbled, falling back to the floor. You crawled towards the wall and pulled yourself back up, you waited a while before you felt steady enough and took your first steps, using the tent as a safety net.
Once you got the hang of walking again, you left the tent and surveyed the camp, bodies laid motionless and soulless while some dropped dead, no longer being kept alive by the warlock.
You saw movement as soldiers covered in blood began to move in.
"Princess?!" An old captain, with a red stained beard called out as he spotted you. He limped over towards you with renewed vigor. "Princess!"
"Careful captain, you forget she killed Frelaros' entire council," someone with different banner called out.
"She was possessed by the warlock, you saw it on the battlefield, once he died, those under his control returned to their senses." He came up to you and was just shy of giving you a hug, partially because it was improper and also because he was covered in blood. You looked at him confused wondering who he was. "Forgive me princess," he knelt before you. "After that warlock caused you to do those unspeakable crimes, and you fled into the night, we didn't think we'd ever see you again."
"Get up you fool," the other soldier drew his blade and aimed it at you. "How can you be certain this is your Princess, we don't know how the Warlock's magic works!"
Soldiers behind him drew their blades and aimed it at the man who threatened you, which caused more people to draw their weapons.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you lot!" The captain got to his feet and turned around. "The Warlock's dead for five minutes and you're already turning on each other," he turned to the person who draw his blade on you. "You might be right that this isn't our Princess but...."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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