A dimly lit corridor, damp and teeming with new plant life, was the perfect place for a sphere hunter to hide. Well, when they weren't being chased after stealing a rare sphere from a rival and then bribing the tunnel guard to look away while they snuck in the restricted area. This tunnel led to the farplane and since the region had become unstable, it had been placed under guard for the 'safety' of the people. The farplane, as any Spiran knew, was the final destination for the departed. This would be the final destination for a former summon turned sphere hunter after many years of hard work and less than admirable actions.
The dark haired woman slinked from shadow to shadow as quickly as she could. Occasionally, she would stop and hide in a dark corner to allow pursuers to pass by her. She would always reemerge when she was certain the coast was clear and those people had found a corridor they were certain she had went down. Once she was certain the people looking for her had all past she set off at a dead run, her soft leather boots kept her steps quiet and light. It wasn't until she stepped in a puddle of standing water did she make any sound and that echoed loudly through every reach of the underground.
Even if they managed to catch up to her now, there would be no stopping her. She would not, could not, refused to fail. She had went so far as to resign herself to death or murder before she failed and for her to have lived for this moment for so long, and had moral objections to both options, that was certainly saying something.
A light appeared at the end of the tunnel as the woman pushed forward, her heart fluttered in anticipation. The leather half skirt she wore fluttered behind her, mirroring the movement of her hair. Once she was in the light, she turned around as cast blizzard to seal the entrance with ice. That would slow them down long enough. If this worked, she wouldn't stand alone any longer. She ascended the stairs and passed through the veil into the farplane. A smile grew on her face as she stood there on the viewing platform.
"I'm back. Sorry, I'm a day later than I usually am, but I suppose you will forgive me since I'm here to fulfill my promise."
Three ethereal figures appeared before her, posed together as best friends would be. They seemed happy and without a single care in the world. Seeing the trio again brought peace to the former summoner and reminded her of the past she had come from. This was no time for a casual visit, however.
"I don't think even I will be able to bring you all back at once. This thing seems to require time to charge and there are some less than happy people following me. I swear that I will bring you all back. I do have to admit I'm more than a bit biased, but I hope you will all approve of my first choice. I'll need his strength to hold them back while I recover."
The young woman removed a opalescent orb from the pouch that hung to her side. She held it up for a moment in the light, her bright blue eyes focusing on the item for a moment, observing the swirling flashes of color. "Fayth help me. Give me the strength." In a swift movement, she jammed it into her garment grid. Shifting, one by one, from one appearance to another; from her default punch mage, to red mage, then finally to the forum she wanted.
A rain of pure while feathers fell as pyreflies swarmed around her. The feathers fell upon her to form two enormous, glowing white, wings; her clothes and hair turned white and silver. Her skirt was split in three places and seemed to flow around her like water. Her top fit snugly to her form, as was her usual style. She leaped into the air and caught a white feathery bow daintily in her hands. Instead of returning to the ground, and angelic form she took seemed to just float there as she began to mutter a long, complicated spell. She began to spin her bow in front of her.
Below her, out of the corner of her eye, she could see her pursuers on the other side of the icy wall, chipping away at the barrier as quickly as they could. It was too late for them to stop her, the spell was almost complete. Before she could utter the last words to complete the spell, a dark and empty void opened behind her, pulling her to it. The sphere hunter yelled the final words just in time for the voice to dispell her wings and overtake her completely. Then everything was dark, quiet, and unresponsive.
