The hot summer sun started to heat the pale skin on her arm, as she lay there spread out on this cheap rented bed. Every night spent in this gloomy inn, made it feel like there wouldn't be a tomorrow, so she always awoke with a skull splitting headache and questions on how she got to bed. How many times will these people need to be saved? It appeared as though the town of Canneroc was besieged with giant spiders every second day.

Her eyes fluttered open as the sun finally managed to crept its way onto the sylvant's face. Another day come and gone, at this rate she will never get to Agarth's destination. Hopefully a chance will be given in lieu of all of these attacks.

"Agrath must already be waiting for me, and I'm still in the city." She said while taking a deep breath, "It's going to be a long damn day. " She thought.

Walking over to the wooden dresser she grabbed her great-sword and left the mildew filled room to pay off her tab.

"Where do you think you're going freak? Your promised us that you would keep the inn clear for a week." Yelled the shop-keep.

"I can' do everything all at once. If you want your silk glands and the city guarded why don't you find someone around here with a backbone, because I'm tired of killing spiders." The woman said calmly.

"Then you better hurry up if you want to see any of that gold I promised. It might just not be here when you come back." The older woman said snidly.

"I guess you don't want your silk glands that much then, I can always find another buyer for such a rare and desired item. Good day my lady." The Sylvant said as she bowed sarcastically and left.

Her cloak hugged tightly to her body as the crisp morning air hit the warmth of the inn."South to Dellach, with a small side trip to Uduath for the House of Ballads." she muttered as she trudged towards the marshy landscape, dreading the ogres which were known to dwell there.

This female was not accepted in most cities because of her unusual ascetics. Skin the colour of any mortal, but which shimmered in the light of the fire. It was her face that drew the unwanted attention to her for they held eyes of a beast, deep red eyes that would burn bright in the night and the small fangs that would intimidate those who received her smiles. These features made it difficult to socialize with local merchants and town's people. But these are only a few characteristics of those who were bound to a chaos spirit.

During the war many decades ago, a magical battle took place. This battle ended in a shift in magic and caused the magical spirits to combine with the human counterparts. Together they were one. The spirits divine or fiendish now guide and protect their hosts, for if they die so do the spirits themselves.

Some of her "kind" have animalistic features; fangs, tails, eyes with the ability to see through darkness, noses shaped specifically to have the same abilities as a hound. These strong and wild creatures are known as the Feralkins.

Others were demonic and fiendish creatures, with the features of demons, sharp jagged teeth, black endless eyes, horns and spikes that covered their bodies. They were the ones who desired to cause mischief and chaos to others, these are the Demonkins.

Then there was hers, elemental in nature. The Sylvants were very prominent and easily spotted from afar as they took the appearance of the element they controlled. Some with entire bodies covered in watery skin and hair, others with stone as flesh, but hers was fire.

She had shimmering ash like skin, burning hair that gently weaved in the wind and eyes that glowed with a burning flame. Along with those of lightening, hers was one of the most frightening appearances, and she thanked the gods for it. But it was a blessing and a curse.

The Sylvants have the ability to call on the forces of nature to defend them; lightening, fire, the forest, water, and the stone itself. To this sylvant using these abilities gave her an unfair advantage, and she would prove that she needed no spirit to keep her alive.

Making her way through Ettimere she spotted the entrance to Uduath. Unlatching the great-sword from her back she caressed the swords metal, setting it aflame and charged towards the ogre guardians. Hacking away at their flesh with ease she cut them down one by one. Landing devastating blows until no enemy stood before her. The only thing left of them was their burning flesh on the forest floor.

"Help, please help! He's stolen everyone!" yelled a young woman. Her face tear stained and dress ripped from the woods she had run though.

"What do you mean he's stolen everyone, how can one steal another person?"

"Bloody Bones has taken my whole caravan of traders into the caves and will not release them until Sir Sagrell comes to rescue them. Please you must help me he intends to keep them until they expire; he has taken elderly, women and children." The young woman pleaded.

"Do not worry any longer, their lives will be saved and soon you will all be sent on your way."

The young woman smiled, thanking the sylvant as she continued to run in the direction of town. No doubt she did not wish to be out when night fell.

Hours had passed since she had entered this gods forsaken place, and it seemed as though the tunnels were a maze that changed the further you went in. Almost as if this place were a living creature itself. Finally too tired to continue cutting down the Fae creatures the young woman began to look for a place to rest.

A suitable place was found among the vines and cliffs hanging from the walls. Gradually she climbed the walls and found a terrace that would hold enough space so that sleeping wouldn't end with her being a pancake. The great-sword, armor and pouches were removed as she wrapped vines around her body as a safety precaution. Sleep came down hard; she would not wake for hours. Or so she thought.

"And what is such a lovely creature like you doing tied to the wall in a damp cave? Did you feel the need to understand the vines perspective, or are you merely insane?" said a masculine voice.

Groggily she lifted her eye lids, and the sylvant looked into the eyes of a fae, the same fae that she was sent here for. He had her in a compromised position that she had placed herself in. She was tied to vines and her weapons ten feet away. This was embarrassing and possibly her last act.

"Well?" the Fae asked.

"Well what?" she glared irritated at the immortal. Who could, with one movement, easily end her life.

"Who are you and what are you doing here in my domain, little mortal? Have you come to plunder this rotting corpse of a ruin or have you come to submit yourself to me as a sacrifice? He said smugly.

"I .. …" Thinking quickly she rolled until she hit the edge of the terrace, and holding onto the vines allowed herself to roll off. Landing with a thundering echo as the hollowed tree wood cracked under the force of her fall. She spoke with a powerful voice, in hopes he would not hear her fatigue.

"I am Atesh, and I am here to set free your prisoners. Release them and I will not kill you."

"What delicate words! You almost had me compelled to do your bidding, but I think I will do as I please instead." He said as he jumped down the cliff side and landed gracefully.

The wind began to swirl making several small tornadoes before her eyes. "Is that all you have, I've seen better wind come out of a balloon!" she yelled. But the tornados grew quickly.

Atesh tried to move out of the way, but she was not fast enough and it flung her body into the cavern walls. Within seconds Bloody Bone's face was within inches from hers. He whispered into her ear.

"You do not have to fight, you could always give in. I promise I won't misuse my little mortal." His face holding a fiendish smile as his eyes licked at each detail on her body.

Gently Bloody Bone's hand traced a line down her face to her jaw. Her skin was so smooth and warm to the touch.

"So different from other mortals, so fiery, so alive" he said, lost in concentration.

Atesh tried to move but her body felt wrong, she could feel the broken ribs in her chest dangerously grazing her lungs. Coughing, unconsciously she tried to push her captor away, but her strength and will power left her, abandoned.

Bloody Bones smiled and carried her away, further into the depths of Uduath.