A young girl ran through the forest her cloak trailing behind her; she stumbled and fell on a tree root. Quickly she picked herself up and continued running frequently checking behind her, something was chasing her, or someone.
She wore a black cloak; the hood was up so it hid her raven hair from view. All that could be seen was two glittering ruby eyes, wet with tears. Her pants were simple and worn obviously hand-me-downs since they were to large and patched many to many times. She also wore a simple white shirt which was stained and had holes.
"STOP HER!" A mans voice echoed in the empty night air.
"We lost her" Another, younger man said grimly.
Two men came into view one with black hair the other with blonde, they were both with their hands on their knees panting. The black haired one looked as if he was the leader, his name was John. The one with blonde hair was a follower by nature his name you ask? Nick.
"I think she flew" The first said and cursed loudly.
"Now what Sir" The second asked timidly
"She will come back…she has to" He said twirling a necklace around his finger.
"She has to…"
The girl chuckled from behind the tree,
"So stupid" She said
"So very stupid, they should know I can't fly yet, I'm only nine winters old" She said grinning and stretching her wings under her cloak.
"Now that I have escaped, what shall I do?" She asked herself automatically reaching for the charm she always wore about her neck, she gasped.
"It's gone?" She said, saying it aloud made it seem all the more real.
"It can't be…it can't!" With that she began to sob,
"No, no, no" She whispered in the dark,
"No"
The night dragged on for this poor broken soul, as it did for Arielle who lay awake in the cave, feeling the warmth and comfort of Kyril on her back. These two's souls and destinies so different yet so alike would soon be entertained together.