She felt cold.....<br/><br/>Anareecia's flesh felt cold to the touch. Too cold for her to be alive. Boundary slammed his fist down on the bed next to her body. Boundary sat on his knees beside the bed of Aborline's local doctor. He had arrived only twenty minutes prior and upon noticing Anareecia was unresponsive rushed her to the doctor. The bandage around her leg was removed and underneath the flesh was brown and red and somewhat swollen.<br/><br/>"I am sorry sir, there was nothing your or I or anybody else could have done. The infection and blood loss was just too much for her." the doctor said solemnly.<br/><br/>"I could have gotten here sooner." Boundary replied, a slight snarl in his voice.<br/><br/>"If you rode from where you say you did, rushing here would have killed her much sooner. Even if by some miracle you got here sooner she would have lost her foot anyways and even then I am not sure that she would have survived the amputation." the doctor assured Boundary that there was nothing he could have done, but Boundary would have none of it. He stood up and pulled his hood over his head, storming out of the lodging and feeling an unbearable rage building up inside of him. Unable to deal with his emotions in any other way he gathered the essence of his anger and rage in his right hand and let it out at the ocean outside the doctor's house.<br/><br/>"IGNUS!!" he yelled out. A colossal blast of fire came loose from his hand and slammed into the water, causing a large part of it to immediately turn to steam. The water eventually settled to fill the hole he effectively blew in the water.<br/><br/>Boundary felt tired all of a sudden after releasing that spell. While rage and anger were good sources of fool from which to conjure fire it still left him somewhat tired. He unwrapped the bandages around his hands and looked at his now only slightly blistered hands. His power had returned to him and with it his healing factor was beginning to reestablish itself. He watched it go to work on the small blisters almost instantly, the skin healing and reforming good as new. Watching it reminded how not human he was, the healing factor had not even fully matured, and neither had his body or his power. From what little of his Creator's memories he could comprehend he knew that his healing factor would eventually grow to work on larger wounds....for now however he knew that it would only work on much smaller injuries like the already slightly healed blisters that were now no more.<br/><br/>He had no idea why his rage was so intense just now. He had never felt that angry ever in his life. He had barely known the girl, why were his feelings towards her death so intense. He then remembered the fight that had gotten her that way in the first place. He remembered how he had thrown a force wall at the goblin fighting Reecie and how it had made it pretty much stumble into her, and made its spear hit her right in the thigh. That was it....he felt guilty because it was his fault she was dead. The realization hit him rather hard and he fell to his knees and almost punched the ground as hard as he could. Knowing this would not help he refrained from doing so. In fact, sitting here moping would not help anything either.<br/><br/>Boundary stood up, calming his energies, which he realized had went wild with his aggressive emotions. He took a series of deep breaths and calmed down. He could not let his emotions get the better of him. While emotions like anger and sadness were good sources of power for magic he could not succumb to them lest he lose control of his magic. He turned around and saw the doctor staring at him....slightly shaking and looking like he could run at the slightest movement from Boundary. Boundary quickly dimmed down his eyes to a more human looking color.<br/><br/>"Give her a proper burial. Her name was Anareecia." Boundary said, his tone regaining the calm demeanor it usually did, though still a bit edgy. "She was in the wrong place at the wrong time."<br/><br/>The doctor nodded, not giving a single sound of complaint. Boundary was glad that somebody other than him had at least a little compassion for elves. As the doctor retreated back to his home the horse came around the corner and trotted up to him. He placed his hand over its forehead as it came close to him and rested his head against its. He could feel something coming off of it....sadness? Could a horse feel sadness? Boundary believed it may have had something to do with the link he knew Anareecia had to her steed.<br/><br/>"I am sorry...it was my fault." he said solemnly to the steed, which only gave a slight nod which may or may not have been it understanding him. Either way it was willing to let him mount it once more. Boundary climbed up to its saddle and seated himself upon it. Drawing his sword he cut the litter off of its saddle and sheathed his blade. He would not need that as a reminder of what happened.<br/><br/>As he reached the center of town he found himself at a loss as to which way to go. Contemplating for awhile he reasoned that there was only one reasonable decision. He decided to he would rejoin the mercenary band he had left to take Anareecia to a safe location. He preferred to be in the company of people he somewhat knew rather than starting over again. And if there was any good cause to fight for here it would be to protect innocent people. He had heard earlier that there was a war going on at the carriage's destination, Shoven. As the horse approached the gate out of Aborline he felt a sense of nostalgia at the beginning of his journey that had began not too long ago. He lightly kicked the horse and it started with a sprint as he left the city at blinding speed.