â€œYou will not escape Elf!â€ The creatures raspy voice rang out behind her just as she was about to head into the Wordly Gate, â€œIthilwen look out!â€ Quickly the tall white haired she-elf turned at the sound of her hand maiden, Gwendolyn, calling out her name. Her hand maiden had jumped in the line of the Dragonkinâ€™s attack; taking the brunt of the creatures magma attack Ithilwen was sure that she was dead, â€œYou monsters!â€ She hissed in pure anger but another attack came from her right but how? The creatures should not have been able to get into this sacred room! She blocked the Dragonkinâ€™s sword swipe with her bow and quickly countered with her crystal dagger. With a flick of her wrist she sent the shining deadly crystal at her enimies neck causing him to shout profanities in surprise as the weapon embedded itself within his neck. While she was distracted with her opponent the one that had killed Gwendolyn attacked with his fire; caught unaware she was only able to dodge a killing blow. A quick cry of pain escaped her lips as she fell back into the portalâ€¦.<br/><br/>Instantly the crystal circlet on the top of her head glowed as bright as the sun; enveloping her in its light as it began to encase her body in crystal. Lights flashed in front of Ithilwenâ€™s eyes and for a moment she could feel nothing; not pain, nor cold, or heat. And for but a moment she felt fear. Fear that she had failed her people. That somehow the Dragonkin had slain her and taken control of the portal but just as quickly as if she had taken a single step there was a bright flash of light. Then she found herself lying on the ground. Cool grass pressed against the back of her arms and legs and the cool night air blew gently over her skin. There were stars out and the moon was full. So, did that mean that she was alive? Or was she in Arvandor? Suddenly the dull ache in her arm became a searing inferno causing her to grit her teeth and moan in pain. She sat up slowly and looked down at her arm where the Dragonkins fire had hit bare skin. The pure shining white of her skin was now blackened. Dead flesh was already beginning to peel off from damaged muscle and she knew that if she did not tend to the wound that she might lose her arm.<br/><br/>She hissed in pain looking around her for some sign of civilization. All she could see around her were trees and bushes but the wind carried the scent of lake water. She was not a healer and was never very good with healing magic since the spirit realm and the dead were more her specialty. She forced herself to bear with the pain and stand; her bow had landed next to her so she picked that up as well, â€œThere has to be life here somewhere.â€ She just hoped that it was friendly.  She knew that water was nearby, could feel the flow of it from where her bare feet touched the Earth. She decided to head to the water since villages generally sprung up around them.<br/><br/>She took one last look at her grotesque injury and began to walk towards the water but only moments after she had taken some steps did a flash of light appear behind her. She whipped around quickly to see the Dragon kin that had injured her standing there with a Claymore in hand. He grinned showing off razor sharp teeth, his black eyes were filled with blood lust as he looked her over. He laughed in a raspy tone as his tail flicked to the side, â€œNo more running for you little elf. It is here that you die.â€ His first attack was to box her in but she already saw it coming. Fire spewed from his mouth setting the surround trees ablaze but she had already jumped up into the closest tree to avoid the fire. Ignoring the burning in her arm she jumped down and began to run. She had to find a better vantage point and with her arm damaged as it was she could not wield her bow.  She ran for the water, her only defense against her opponentâ€™s fire attacks.  As she ran she could easily pick up the sound of the Dragonkin barreling through the forest after her. His kind; from her world; were not small and stood as tall as a small tree, perhaps eight or nine feet; and they were very strong, â€œStop this running elf!â€ Fire shot out at her right side but she dodged as more trees caught on fire from the Dragonkinâ€™s attacks.<br/><br/>She remained silent since there was really no point for verbal banter. She need all of her concentration if she wanted to pull off her current spell.  From the moment she had jumped into the tree she had started chanting. Her skin and silver eyes glowed but everywhere around her was cold. The grass and trees around her started to wither and die. For beings who knew the touch of death would understand what she was doing.  She was using a type of spirit element to form an attack that would separate ones soul from their body. All she needed was a clear shot and that would involve finding a clearingâ€¦. There! She spotted the lake she had sensed earlier. She ran out from the trees into the clearing that was around the lake. For a moment she could see at least three others on the other side. Instantly she finally became aware of their essence that she should have sensed when she had arrived. She did not have time to dwell on her thoughts so she quickly turned and shouted with her hand raised out to the Dragonkin that just barreled out of the forest, â€œFea! come a' amin!â€ The Dragonkin cried out angrily as his soul was visibly torn from his body. Fear could be easily seen on the spirits face as his body dropped lifelessly to the ground, â€œMercy.â€ The creature spoke but Ithilwen smiled bitterly, â€œGurtha (Death)â€ She closed her fist shattering the Dragonkins soul which evaporated into the air. She let out a long tired breath as the light around her dimmed. Her silver eyes no longer glowed and even her natural white skin turned a pale gray, â€œI used too much.â€ She mumbled in Elvish as she fell to one knee to try and catch her breath.