Slowly Blue uncurled and fell into a laying position on her back, tears now streaming down her cheeks even though there were no sobs or sniffles to be heard from her. Nails digging into the hard packed earth beneath her, there was one small movement made from her as she pulled herself up to sit on her knees once she realized that the creatures had stopped. Though fear of her departure did keep them from putting up their weapons in case they had to stop her. Her purple eyes darted from one mythical being to the next but came to rest on Liam. Unsteadily crawling her way over to his side, she suddenly snaked her arms around his neck and buried her face in his scruff.<br/><br/>Even though she had just met him barely an hour ago, Blue felt as though she had known him her whole life. Leaning some of her body weight into his wolf form, she gripped his white fur gently as the tears refused to stop. In a shaky, barely audible voice to anyone but Liam, she requested something from him. "Please...Please take me back home Liam...I cant do this...." Fear of leading these mythical beings to their deaths overwhelmed her. But she knew that more than anything, it was the nerve racking responibilties that she was suddenly given. There were so many expectations of her and she had barely gotten here less than a couple of hours ago.<br/><br/>"Yes. Take her home Liam. Look at her, she's just a child! I think you made a huge mistake bringing her here. And that you chose the wrong girl. Look at her, how she trembles with fear at the thought of leading us to battle. If you ask me, she isn't the right Blue and she most certainly is not fit for the job," a deep, cocky voice spoke from withing the crowd though it approached closer with each sentence. Soon a tall, strong looking man with long, brown hair and pointy ears stepped out from within the crowd. A pure gold and silver weaved crown was sitting on his head, showing the world of his royalty and the fact that he was one of leaders the fairies had been sent to retrieve.<br/><br/>His name was Drevel. The fact was that Drevel and Liam had never seen eye to eye on the whole prophecy. Drevel had always refused to believe that it would be a mortal girl, that the saviour would most likely be sent from the gods. The closer the battle time approached, the more he would become a problem. Many of the magical beings were on Drevel's side and even more so now that they were seeing how Blue was reacting to everything that was expected of her.<br/><br/>Blue slowly lifted her head up to look up at the man before her and gasped as he drew his sword. The cold tip of the gold bladed sword tapped the underneath of her jaw lightly as he raised her head a bit higher to get a good look at her. The edges of the sword so finely sharpened that it sliced a small cut into her neck without her even being able to feel it, though the very small stream of blood that ran down her neck gave away the secret cut. Somewhere deep inside of her Blue had a fighting spirit and it was strong, but with her magic laying dormant for so long and being raised in the human world combined, she had buried it deep within. Always being the quiet, smart one in the back of the class as she watched the pretty, fierce girls get everything they wanted, the fancy cars, the high-dollar clothes, and yes, the handsome boys too.<br/><br/>The warm, tickling feeling of the small beads of blood sliding down her neck made her shift back away from the tip of the sword and from Drevel in that matter. Grip tightening on Liam's white fur as she took another look at the creatures around her. Drevel looked straight into Liam's eyes as he gave a cocky smirk. "Take her home Liam, she isn't suited for this job. I will lead the battle since it seems that the prophecy has been a lie. We can wait no longer," he said, almost ordering.