Six Sentence Sunday - Cadrala

I had planned on plucking this weeks Six Sentence Sunday from my long in edit fantasy novel The Heart of Quila.  At the same time I've been struggling to write pretty much anything for a few weeks now.  Then came  Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction - Sacred a week ago and I finally had a spark of an idea.  For the past few days I've been continuing the story of Cadrala and developing the fantasy world she lives in.  So this weeks Six Sentence Sunday is from the start of what will be the second chapter...

“We lost one in the night, the politician fell behind in the darkness,” Dra’hen stated as he took a knee beside her, his eyes on the sash around her neck forced her hand to grapple with them.  “We are a group of mostly women and children and the elderly, what are we going to do if they catch us?” close enough to touch the sound of his voice made her ill. 

Once a comrade, then a lover, she would never look at him as anything but a coward now, “Die.”  But he was right to worry; she could only hope the small dusting of snow from the night before would cover their tracks keeping the stalking army from discovering their escape. 

Her fingers tightly grasped at the two sashes around her throat, the realization she was the last of her order bit at every emotion.  She wished she had stayed behind ignoring her mentor’s wishes, her destiny to parish with the others instead of leading the last survivors to hopefully survival.