She felt the pain instantly; her headache throbbed at her temple. She knew she had to run; somehow her identity was notified to the local hunters here. Kalona had insisted on staying with her, to protect her. Even the Goddess was as well insisting on allowing for Kalona to protect Azalea.

But she had brushed it of and told them not to worry. But now she had regret slightly in her, she was awaiting by the river that flowed by silently. Until she heard the voices coming closer, she looked up and saw the moon peak out of the clouds, ‘Ill be safe.’ She spoke to the moon, and smiled. She kicked of her heels and picked up her gown that was a gift from the Goddess and ran. She had now mastered her magical powers a little, so she was able to use it and strengthen her legs to run faster than normal. But she knew it wouldn’t be enough for the specifically bred dogs that were let of the leash and began the chase. She darted around trees, ducked under dead fallen trees and jumped over them as well. She knew she had to try and shake the dogs of, there was an easier way but she stayed away from killing them with her powers.

Coming to a halt at the edge of the cliff she glanced down at the sharp and deadly drop that led to pointed and jagged rocks. She didn’t have wings to carry herself over the valley. She couldn’t run back, the dogs were there sniffing out her scent, she could hear their howls getting closer and closer. As well as the hunters. She looked around frantically for a weapon, but found none. So she had to resort to her power and felt the lightness surround her instantly when she thought of it. It waited at her feet in a white mist, circling up to her hands as she lifted them up just as the humans and the dogs came into sight.

“Stay back!” She cried, as they all halted, their weapons up and pointed at her. “Just give yourself up! We wont hurt you!” An older male cried, his shotgun up. How ironic, she smiled, “Why would I do that when you have your weapons up?” She questioned, watching the looks of the hunters change a little and they raised them up higher, “We will not shoot if you give yourself up. We cannot take chances, unlike last time.” The same man spoke; she could see his fingers trembled at the trigger. She shook her head, laughing a bit, “Don’t lie to me, you’re about to piss your pants.” She roused, the white mist spreading out a little as she raised her hands a bit. “Stop! We don’t want to hurt you!” He cried as they all took a step forward. “Stop fucking lying! Stop it!” She screamed, she had enough with the lies that were kept from her.

“Stay back or I will attack!” She growled, the mist turned a fiery red as the sound of fire could be heard. Her hair lifted up as the heat surrounded her, circling around her eager to fight back. The hunters looked weary and frightened, never have they seen or faced of as something dangerous as her. She heard the click and instantly flicked her hand to the group and the fire attacked.

But when she turned to look, she saw the familiar face of a woman with dark brown hair and grey/green eyes lock and load the shoot gun and did not hesitate to fire. Azalea’s eyes widen as she recognised the woman, as she felt the hard impact of the shotgun rounds pierce her chest and she was thrown back over the cliff.

And she fell down into the dark abyss.

She heard Kalona cry, and saw his ethereal form shoot down from the moon; she could see his outstretched hands.

Reaching for her.

Desperately trying to catch her before the rocks could spill her life from her…