The hunter looked around before spotting your curled up body on the floor. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of your wings. He quickly brings his riffle, that has somehow been hidden from your sight and cocks it at you.

You look down in disappointment. Regret clear in your eyes. You regret going out your home so late at night. You regret leaving the soft comfort of your bed. You miss the books that were scattered around your room. You regret not telling your parents a 'goodbye' and 'I love you'.

You didn't realize you were crying until you felt two mass forces trap you. Looking down you realize they are the arms of the hunter. He is comforting you. The first time someone besides your mother has done. You start to sob uncontrollably, wishing the pain emotionally and physically would leave.

"What are you?" The Hunter's voice was quite as if he was asking himself the question. You start to cry harder as the memories of the event pop up in your head. Gracefully, he picks you up bridal style, carful to avoid your wings. You tense and quite down.

He started going through the forest as if he knew it at the back of his hand. You keep watch of your surroundings, flinching at any owl hoot or branch snap. Looking ahead, you notice a small cottage. Most likely the Hunters.

As you approach, you start to feel dizzy and pass out in his arms.