Lyr had never felt pain before. It was like nothing she ever felt before. Apparently the creature that stabbed her in the arm had poisoned her. The wound smelt of rotten flesh and every time she cleaned it she took more and more rotting pieces of flesh out. At this rate, her whole body would be turned to nothing but a pile of rotting flesh.
After the incident at the water fall. Lyr ran off to the mountains in hopes of finding a cave. Some place she knew she would be safe. She found a convenient stairway leading up to the mountains but she was disgusted to find a small village. She wasn't in the mood to kill at the moment but if any one got in her way she would be more then happy to rid them of there pathetic lives.
At first no one really noticed her, but when the guard at the gate way to the mountain tried to stop her. She tore every limb from his body like a rag dole made of straw. Then every one started screaming like the world was at an end. They then ran as far away from her as possible. Although her body was wreaked with pain, she managed a little smile.
She followed the pathway up the mountain as far as she could then she saw just what she was looking for. A cave.
When she went in side, she was greeted by the smell of sulfur and brimstone. The smell was so strong it made Lyr forget her pain for a few seconds. But soon her sense of smell adjusted and the smell wasn't so strong. She quickly got as far into the cave as possible. Suddenly Lyr stopped dead in her tracks. At first, she thought a gigantic beast lived in this cave but she soon realized it was just a giant skull.
With a sigh of relief Lyr sank down into a far corner of the cave and gently pulled some more dead skin from her arm. It was then the idea came to her. Maybe if she cut off the wound it would stop poisoning her body. If only she had a sword. Then almost as if by magic she saw a sword laying on the ground next to a pool of lava.
With a smile Lyr limped over to the Sword and held it just above the lava. When it was red hot she took in a deep breath and proceeded to remove the poisoned cut on her left arm. At first the pain was so great it seamed to cut through her vary soul (What little of a soul she did have).
When the dead was done the pain had died down to a dull throb, but the agony was too much. Lyr let the darkness over take her body and she fell to the floor with a clang from the bloody sword.

Sorry it is so short, I am having a problem with something called writers block. Don't worry though I will have something but just not in this chapter. Hell, I might even rewrite this one.
Oh and by the way, I will not cont. until I receive at least five more Reviews requesting I finish this. I feel like this story is going no where and no one wont to read it. Thanks
Shyla Omegamire, Amri Dragmire (together we are one)