A shriek of terror blared out from behind Shea startling her out of her trance as she stood amiss the battle. As she turned to witness her brothers' body lay upon the ground unmoving. She was left with a wave of anger mixed with horror as she stood amiss the raging battle- they were losing. It was as if everything was slowed, the clashing of forms and the falling of the snow. Shea stood silently and still among the raging battle surrounding her.
It started softly as the snow began to stop midair around her but before long the snow stopped falling and was frozen in space. Which catches the attention of both enemy and foe staring in awe. Drawing those around her towards her gaze, "Enough," she says softly yet sternly. A couple of the lycanthrope rush her and with a mere wave of her hand they were thrown aside before crashing violently to the ground. "I said that's enough." The Cullen's and the Volturi come to a standstill with Shea standing as a buffer between the two.
"Shea! What are you doing? They must pay!" Caius yells with a sneer egging all those around him on. And so, others began to shout out their protests, "How dare they! Mongrels! Filthy beasts!" All that Shea had to do was glance at Caius to shut him up and in turn, everyone became quiet- there was an eerie silence as she scanned over the opposing coven. It was only when Shea's eyes fell upon a blond vampire with beautiful features, a feminine build, and a burning scowl; she seemed to grimace, if only for a second as if she accidentally touched an open flame.
Shea cocked her head to the side and gave a glance to her allies and troops standing beside her as she spoke clearly and calmly to them, "Go." "But, Shea" Caius tries to interject but was shot down immediately. "We're leaving. Now go," Shea's glance becomes a glare that causes Caulis to meekly bow slightly before calling the troops to disperse. Sulpicia places a hand on Shea's back with eyes full of remorse and worry. Shea's features soften and she fondly places her hand on her cheek before saying, "It will be fine. Go with him." Sulpicia nods leaving with the remainder of the Volturi guard following behind her.
Shea looks back at the Olympic cove and their allies narrowing her eyes as she turns away from them announcing, "We will leave the fight as is. We shall hope that I never cross paths with any of you again. Let this be your only warning" A brigade carried her brother off the battlefield as Shea followed behind. She looked back across the empty white field once she hit the tree line as the Volturi left with their heads hanging low. She could hear it, if not but for a moment, the joy and happiness of the Cullen's and their compatriots singing their victory, and she was left with a fit of growing anger in the pit of her stomach. But in the anger was a fear, a fear that she never expected to have, a longing she didn't understand. A longing to see the blonde with the maple ocean eyes.