She was running away...
Away from those who proved her immortality, from those who hated and those who loved her... From those that mattered the most.
She had to get away.

Running through a forest of trees with thick branches and tightly clustered leaves that filtered all sunlight, water splashed and the figure splattered mud on the light blue gown, tripping on the hem and ripping the beautiful hand-stitched designs.
The figure stopped suddenly, a hand going to the throat with a necklace of Elfin design on a silver chain. The baby blue opal-shaped stone attatched to the bottom of the ornamental piece changed colours, from dark blue to light blue. The silver V-shaped headpiece that dipped down onto the graceful forehead, which was attatched to the long, shiny reddish-brown hair, was made of the same silver, engraved with Elvish words. The eyes on the beautiful, yet sad face gleamed a brilliant green. They glistened and anyone who looked into them saw the intelligence, the understanding.
This figure was now leaning onto a tree, grasping it with long, pointy fingers.
The word Elf ringing through air.
She had to get away.