There was so much suffering. Dark wisps wrapped around the guardsmen's throats as they were strangled to death. Elven folk stood in fear, some in awe as the shemlen's received their punishment. It felt good, worth the small sacrifice the mage had to pay to witness this. The feeling of accomplishment soon shattered though, when some of the men began to rise as demons. Shades. This wasn't what the spell was supposed to do. It was meant to simply kill, nice and slowly.<br/><br/>The elf began to panic, casting fire at one of the demons that came to close to her. She was weak from the blood magic, though. The fire was barely even a small flame. More guardsmen entered the alienage, cutting down the demons as they appeared. A large, muscular man headed straight for Ester, eyes burning with hate as he moved to cuff her.<br/><br/>"What have you done?!" One mother screamed, holding her children close to her as she tried to escape from the danger.<br/><br/>The elf turned to look at the shouting, a look of realisation washing over her face before black faded into her vision.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">---</div><br/><br/>The elf woke in shock, eyes flashing open and rolling around the cage. The mans shout had woken her up, but it took her a couple of minutes to get her bearings. She looked down at her hands. Cuffed tightly. So tight, it was digging into her wrists and causing them to start to bleed.<br/><br/>A groan escaped her lips as she sat forward. She'd been slumped against the cage bars for too long, her back and limbs ached from being so still. A burning sensation took over her head and when she lifted her hands to examine the cause, she saw blood. So, she'd been whacked round the head by that brute of a man.<br/><br/>Ester stood up quickly, hands gripping onto the cage as she steadied herself. She wasn't sure why she tried to pull at the bars, she wasn't particularly strong. She never had to be, she could always just rely on her magic. Ah magic. That might come in handy right about now. But how could she get these chains off her hands? Fire would cause the metal to burn her wrists and ice wouldn't do much either.<br/><br/>Dark eyes moved to look at the man who had shouted previously. A human, roughly the same age as Ester, chewing on some bread. The woman looked down to see that she had been given the same. How nice of them.<br/><br/>"I've had enough of shemlen to last me a lifetime." She groaned, closing her eyes as she tried to focus.