The Fountain runs Red

The day was warm, it was going to be unusually stiffling.  If there was anything Abraxus hated more then anything it was feeling stifled.  Ah the birds are singing, the paperboy is calling out his news, its a horrible sound..  A happy market place, laughing children, the world doing its thing in rotation.  An ear splitting scream?  No...  I'm hearing things.  No there it is again.  That sound I can appreciate, cherrish, that sound is like a golden harp playing out its last serenade..  Perfect and beautiful.  Before Abraxus even knew it, she was running, picking her way deftly through the chorus of astounded market goers, travelling the mere few hundred feet to her destination The commotion was endless, vendors were slamming closed doors and boxes on the wares, the towns Militia was flooding the area, and amid it all that scream, piercing, oblittering its way into all calm sensibilities.  A woman clutched her head in her hands, her clothes dirty from the dust floating its way around the market place, and she was histerical, following her gaze and anguish Abraxus couldn't help but smile, there strung up against the fountain for the world to see a harsh glimmer in the light, as soon as the glare passed Abraxus was able to see, her heart stopping a moment pure appreciation at the devotion taken, was shredded chainmail, soaked in blood, the mutilated corpse of a Radiant Heart Guard, turning on her heel she exited the town center to return home, eagerly interested in what this might mean for her.