Silver streaked in the moonlight, biting into flesh and spilling crimson upon the dirt. Another wolf fell, as its leg was cut, unable to stand. The golden-haired girl finished it off with one, clean, angry swipe of her jeweled daggers.

Blood stained her clothes; tears stained her face. Oria, her dark eyes haunted, glowered at the remaining three wolves surrounding her. Seething sorrow and anger was pent up inside her and she now unleashed it on every demon around her.

She swore to herself, she would destroy every one of the filthy creatures that had slaughtered everyone of her village. Everyone of her home. Her makeshift family.

The three demons came at her all at once, claws extended, fangs bared. It would be the final strike; either they would fall or her, and she was planning on being around for a long time to come.

She stood perfectly still, holding her hands together with the daggers still tightly clasped. Sparks ragged along the metal tips, along the tainted blades; and began to course across her whole body, extending outward from her. Lightning shot forth, striking the three beasts. Each fell numbly pliant on the ground and she finished each off with one strike of her blades.

"It is…over…" With that, the golden girl collapsed to the ground. Blood soaked and exhausted, she had no energy left. She fell into a deep, troubled, unconsciousness.