Chapter 13
Your blood is red but your soul is black….
Mysie picks herself up from the bank of the river, looks to the sky and asks why? For the first time in her long life she really wanted this demon, this nocturnal creature. So why could she not have him in her life? Why should she just walk away from him?
The sun is creeping over the horizon, the coral colors lighting up the dark sky. She wipes the tears from her cheeks and in a bold move takes flight back to the clearing.
She gently soars through the sky, the closer she gets to the clearing, a malevolent feeling comes over her. Her instincts have never been wrong in the past. She can feel pain, the sorrow that is coming from the lone tree. She begins her decent to the woods surrounding the clearing.
She watches from the side of a maple tree, blending in with the forest. She can not see anyone near by, no voices can be heard on the wind. Mysie slowly makes her way to the base of the tree.
She sees the blood that is pooled on the ground, the path it took from the splintered limb. This is the last place she saw Damon, she knows this is his blood. She places her hands on the trunk of the tree, she wants to see what happened here.
Someone came out of the woods argued with him and then attacked him. He knew Damon was a vampire, and tried to use the tree as a stake. Her heart began to fill with rage. This person took something from Damon, his ring leaving him trapped by the limb. He knew Damon would die in the sunlight without it. The flames growing brighter in her hair as the anger consumes her soul.
She turns from the tree looking for the direction this person, this monster took their leave. She finds the path with the help of the woods. They guide her towards the boarding house.
Mysie knows that it is against her teachings and against her kind to kill a creature. She can pass the judgment of their crimes or sins but to be the executioner is prohibited for a Druid unless the transgression is against them or someone that belongs to them. She knows that she can be punished by death herself but she is so full of rage that it doesn't matter to her.
She chants a spell that will alter time, slowing it down, allowing her to move faster. She is like the wind in the trees, you can feel it but you cant see it.
The boarding house is becoming visible and she is ready for this battle.