Drakon Dynasty Rebellion

The storm howled outside, wind rattling the cabin’s walls as lightning split the sky. Inside, Elara and Darius stood back to back, their blades drawn, their breaths heavy.

"Don’t say a word," Darius whispered.

Elara swallowed hard, gripping her sword. She didn’t need to speak; she could hear them. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, circling just beyond the broken door. Shadows shifted in the flickering candlelight, creeping closer.

“They tracked us,” she murmured.

Darius tensed. “Figures. I knew taking that insignia was a risk.”

Elara shot him a glare. “You stole from the Drakon Dynasty. Of course, they followed you.”

He huffed. “We can argue later.”

The door burst open. A soldier lunged first, twin daggers flashing. Elara parried, twisting to drive her sword into his ribs. Darius moved in sync, sidestepping a second attacker and slashing his throat. More poured in, clad in dark armor, their faces masked.

Elara ducked beneath a swinging axe, rolling to the side. “We’re surrounded!”

Darius kicked over a table, using it as a barrier. “We’ve been in worse.”

“Not much worse,” she shot back.

A Drakon warrior charged at her. She feinted left, then plunged her blade into his chest. Darius slammed his boot into another’s knee, sending him sprawling before finishing him with a clean strike.

The cabin reeked of blood and smoke. Silence settled.

Darius wiped his blade. “Still mad at me?”

Elara exhaled, glancing at the bodies. “Depends. Do you have a plan?”

He smirked. “Of course. Run?”

Elara sheathed her sword. “For once, I agree.”

As another wave of enemies stormed in, they bolted into the night, the storm swallowing their escape.

Written for: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" 
Prompt Words: “Don’t say a word.”
Word Count: 272