Zellira lay on the cold ground of the main tunnel, shivering in the darkness. Every place in her body was bruised, bleeding or broken. Her eye burned, the left one with the mark within it. She had run. Before the punishment was over. Before they could do any more damage. She was crawling slowly up the tunnel, her right arm dangling useless at her side, broken. If she was right she had four broken ribs and two cracked, her left shin bone was bruised and her right hip broken. Her left eyes was already going black. She was probably turning every lovely shade of purple and black imaginable.<br/><br/>She pulled her broken body up along the wall, stumbling and tripping up the rocky surface of the tunnel. She had to leave before they found the bodies. Her feet dragged up the rough stone as she dragged herself out into the snow. She whistled twice and a Bay Mare walked up, her coat slick and her stance proud. "Killanrie...help me my friend" she murmured as she mounted her mare. Killanrie neighed and began to pick her way down the mountain, her step calm and reassuring to her broken rider. Zellira's clothes were torn and her lips pale without blood. She felt like she was bleeding from everywhere, and her body was sore beyond belief. She saw snow begin to fall in the mountains before she blacked out against Killanrie's neck.