Katherine heard the whine of the steed as he reared and the rider slumped over her. She managed to slide and roll as metal clanged by her ear. Hoves of horses pounded over the road. She heard a yell of her name. She rolled hoping the bag over her head would release. She was stopped by a snowdrift and broke her fall. She was grabbed and held firmly by unknown hands. They were not very large like her father. She was held by...his eyes, the familiar face had beads of moisture and splatters of blood. Time stopped and noise muffled. She was loose and she bound to her feet. A sword was raised over her beloved's head and she pointed at the sword and it turned into a stick. She pointed her finger at the distracted warrior dropped it. Kate immediately whispered am inaudible spell turned the fleeing warrior him into a gray rat.  She scrambled to catch the bridle of a riderless house and held her hand out for the elf, "I got you!" She grasped his hand firmly as an approaching soldier in armor neared, "I see you Marcus. You will pay for your neglect." She pulled the reins and leaned over the horse's neck she whispered, "Home, Maiden."<br/><br/>The horse lifted her head and fled in a gallop away from the fray. Kate steered for the woods. "We can lose them. So good to see you. Please tell me that is not your blood."