Snow was next to Soul as they were flying towards Warfang. Soul glanced over at Snow. "Ancestors she's beautiful!" He thought to himself. He looked toward the horizon, adjusting his angle to face the right direction. He had memorized the path that Fury took so that he could find his way back if somehow he escaped. He removed the thought of still being trapped in the overwhelming darkness and rage of Fury's mind and focused on the path ahead.
Then he heard something. Faint at first, the sound of hissing air grew louder. He looked over his shoulder to find the source of the noise. Suddenly, something glanced off the side of his head causing him to flinch and lose control. He steadied himself and became aware that something thick was flowing from the side of his head. A realization caught up with him "Arrows!" another arrow whizzed past his shoulder.
"SNOW WATCH OUT ARROWS!" He shouted. Soul saw her starting to move strategically, avoiding the arrows. Soul followed her movements, hoping that one of the arrows wouldn't find their mark. Soul flew straight up then quickly turned down then turned to the side narrowly missing the arrows. Soul glanced to his left, hoping to find somewhere they could hide or make a stand. Seeing none to his left, he turned right and could barely make out the dark spot of a cave. He found Snow and called to her.
"FOLLOW ME!" She looked at him, confirming she heard him and they started gliding toward the cave. Suddenly a vision flashed through his head. He saw the dark shape of an arrow flying toward Snow's underbelly, about to make its mark. He looked back at Snow who was following close behind, then instinctively looked past her. He saw it, and time almost seemed to slow down as he panicked. Soul turned around and pushed her out of the way. The arrow hit him, placing itself in his shoulder. He roared with pain as he started to spin out of control. He felt light in free-fall as the distance between him and the ground was closing. Slipping in and out of unconsciousness, his life started flashing before his eyes and time slowed; he thought about the pain the anguish the...death. He thought about Snow: her face, her smile, her hug. He thought about what they would do to her. They would kill her or worse...he knew this couldn't be the end. He had to protect her! He opened his eyes. The trees weren't far but...he could make it. He leveled himself out, his underbelly facing the ground and started to try and open his wings. Pain stabbed its hooks into his shoulder and wing, snapping him back fully into reality. He moved his paw to his shoulder and felt for the arrow. He also felt that part of his right-wing was pinned to his shoulder by the arrow. He grabbed the arrow and started pulling with all his might. The pain was indescribable, causing his roar to grow louder. He stopped pulling for a moment, adjusted his grip and yanked it again. After a couple of agonizing seconds, the arrow came out of his wing and covered his paw in blood. He opened his wings and glided over the trees. He was so close that he could figuratively touch the branches with his tail. He started flapping his wings, gaining altitude and flew toward the cave.