Laying still seemed the only way to ignore the pain. Every time she moved it seemed as if someone where poking her with needles. Sharp and shiny. This always happened when she woke up in the mornings. As if her entire body was on ice. Azmaria pulled herself up from the bed and winced. It hurt but she would get over it after moving around for awhile. Today was her 18th birthday, marking the 16thyear her family had been attacked. Her morning pains where a direct result of the spell the thing had cast on her. It had taken her three weeks after that day to wake up from the slight coma. She winced again her hands reaching up to hold her head. It was like a sudden headache. She remembered the day all too well. Walking over to the dresser she pulled out her brush and pulled the now long blond hair into a side pony to the right. Her bangs swept across covering her right eye. With a sigh she pulled on her simple blue dress. Walking out of the room she wondered down the same halls she had grown up in. Her parents had dad almost six years ago.

"GIVE ME A FUCKING REASON.!" The angry voice of her friend echoed down the hall. Azmaria Shook her head and walked into the kitchen. There stood her best friend Trace and his sister Rose.

"The war-" She had started. Her long blond hair was falling around her in a haze curtain so Azmaria could not see her face.

"Az needs me." Trace cut her off. He hated talking about the war. It was something he wanted to avoid at all costs. He ran a hand trough his short blond hair before letting his blue eyes fall to the floor.

"She doesn't need you. She can take care of herself. Mom's worried and dad just doesn't even like to talk about you anymore."

"Dad never liked me. Why do you think I moved out!" Trace sighed looking up at his sister again. This conversation was really working his nerves.

"Yeah and into the demon lair. Everyone knows she killed her sister, and then knocked her parents off as well!"

"Is everything all right?" Azmaria finally managed to speak up. She really didn't want to deal with yelling so early in the morning.

"Good morning." Trace whispered wrapping her in a hug. She merely patted his back. He turned to go over to the counter. "I have your medicines ready."

"I don't want them." She shook her head. "I don't want to sit still today. She's gone."

"Oh." Trace looked at what Azmaria was looking at. The front door shut quickly as she hurried off.

"They really don't like me.?" Azmaria questioned with a smile. She couldn't help but almost laugh at what his sister had been saying.

"Not really. But every things fine."

"Riiiight." Azmaria Sighed opening up the door again and stepping out. "I'm gonna be gone for awhile. Don't worry tho."

"Ohhh. OK." Azmaria shook her head as she looked up and down street before wondering off. She smiled looking up at the sky. It was a beautiful blue today. No smoke or fire or screams to be heard. A quite simple day. Something they had very few of in this small town. She couldn't help but feel the stares and hear the quite murmurs of the people passing her on the streets. They moved out of her way as far away from her as possible.

Today Az didn't care though. She had plans for today. Today would be one of her last days in town. Trace and the other boy living with her, Jayden, would be leaving to join the war in a few days. Jayden's father was the captain of one of the ships. This war was getting serious. A war for independence. The war of the 1800's was of course going to be serious, if would be there first war, against Britain, none the less.

So Azmaria would escape into the forest behind her house, escape from the fleeting looks, cut her hair off and put on the soldiers uniform she had purchased and she would enter the war. It would take her every where, and in her travels she could look for her sister again. Everyone else had given up on Rosette but Azmaria still believed that she was alive.

With a smile Azmaria bounded her way trough the town purchasing small stuff, like bread and a new cape, a man's cape, for her escape to the fort behind her house. She was excited but her fears where also getting the best of her. She was shy and quite, not as strong as her sister was. Finally after walking back and forth along the shops she got tired of the stares. Flapping her arms up and down in her panic she began to form words. "Why wont you stop looking at me.!"

"Run, Quickly before she kills you too.!"

"She's trying to curse us, run.!"

The streets where empty in a mater of seconds and Azmaria sighed. People where so superstitious it was crazy. The demons where really working there nerves, along with this war. They had never acted so absurdly.

"Give her back foul demon.!" A women was yelling at her. She had just realized this and with an innocent look she glanced up at the women. So that was the case. Another demon attack.

"I have no clue-"

"Don't play stupid you demon.!"

"But-"

"Leave her alone.!" Trace was jumping out in front of her. Had he really fallowed her all the way trough the village, or was he just around the same area at the same time.

"She's evil Trace, and here I thought you came from a respectable family."

"Come on Az." Trace ignored the women's words and was once again leading Azmaria into the safety of her own home. That was one of the other reasons she had to join the army. She didn't want to have to rely on Trace being there anymore. She wanted to be able to take care of herself. She wanted to know who she was, not who Trace was making herout to be. With Trace leaving to join the war, she doubted she would see him ever again anyways. So few came back now a days.