The area showed the scars of the battle all too well. Trees knocked down in wide circles. Some of them charred almost beyond recognition. Those that were still standing had had their branches ripped from them and there were even arrows still stuck in them. Despite the battle being almost a day ago, the smell of smoke still hung heavily in the air. The bodies had been removed long ago by their respective sides. For that Piosenna would be grateful. It had been a horrible battle. One of the worst in the hundreds of years since the war had started. Both sides suffered heavy causalities. She had seen that first hand watching the battle party come back.<br/><br/>The dark haired elf didn't know what the other races thought of this little war that is going on. She was pretty sure the dwarves didn't really care. It hadn't really affected them too much. If anything, she bet it helped their economy considering the amount that her people were paying them to get weapons strong enough to slice dragon hide. The orcs and orges were finally cooperating and plaguing both sides constantly. Since most of the manpower had been rerouted to the army and there were almost no patrols or even caravan guards anymore. Almost no one left the towns or cities anymore unless they were heavily armed themselves. The Arachnasapians she was sure was helping out the dragons. Possibly by helping them create nests for their eggs to stay safe and warm. Or maybe even helping hatch the eggs. Piosenna wondered what they were getting out of the deal. The magical unis (single horned fantasy beasts like the unicorn) stayed far away as did many other creatures. Not that she could blame them. Given the option, she would do the same thing.<br/><br/>Her green eyes spotted another arrow, this time a little higher up in one of the fallen trees. It was just her luck that this had fallen at an angle. The temptation to leave it was high. Oh so very high. She had plenty of arrows. She had been collecting for hours now and her quiver was nearly full. They would have to be clean and refitted, but they were still perfectly usable. What would one more arrow make?<br/><br/>A wince crossed her face as her mind came up with an answer. Her father would have kicked her up there to fetch that arrow. After all, one arrow could be the difference between living to see the sunrise and dying when the moon reached its zenith.<br/><br/>The bark felt rough against her hands. The arrow was right in the part that had suffered some burn damage so the closer she got to it, the darker her hands became. Grasping the arrow firmly by the shaft, she started to wiggle it out, but it was stuck fast. Scooting closer, she straddled the tree and wrapped both hands around the shaft of the arrow, near its head. Pull. Pull. Tug. Tug. Wiggle. Wiggle. It still wouldn't budge. A smarter elf would have given up. A wiser one would have gone and collected at least the broken arrows to reuse the fetchings or the heads. Piosenna was neither and it was with a final hard yank that she finally had the arrow free.<br/><br/>As she held the arrow in triumph, a few things happened. First off, the tree beneath her started to crumble from the force it took to pull the weapon free. The second thing was that feeling of weightlessness that often happened before gravity took over. Lastly, gravity of course happened. A scream of surprise left her mouth as she fell through the air. Her first instinct was to grab the quiver and pull it around front and curling around it. Her father would skin her alive if she lost that. Arrows were getting harder and harder to make and everyone counted.<br/><br/>She landed and landed hard. A groan escaped her lips as she slowly uncurled from the quiver and sat up to see where she was and had landed. It was still the forest where the battle took place. She could plainly see that. But it wasn't as badly damaged. As if the battle merely just glanced a blow on the area.<br/><br/>Suddenly something caught her eye. Something big. Something shiny. Something...Round. "Oh 	vith."