Amelia bit her lip as she waited in the kitchen, within minutes the tiny inn had been crowded. She figured the ships must have docked. Terror gripped her, she didn't like strangers, or crowds and the funny thing was- she hated to be alone. She held her tray close to her chest and peered out the kitchen window,<span style="font-style: italic">so full...</span>she thought to herself. The innkeeper stormed into the kitchen as he looked at her.<br/><br/>"Amelia, start serving those drinks or I swear...." She ignored the rest of his harsh voice as she grabbed a few mugs of ale and wandered out to the dining room. There were numerous races there, dwarves, Elves, an an inkling sensation that there might even be a demon or two. She gazed around, as she searched for empty glasses of ale. When she spotted one over by a man and a dwarf, she headed over, replaced the drinks and took the empty glasses.<br/><br/>The inn seemed to come to life with the noise, the conversation, the laughter. She worked quickly and efficiently, and avoided eye contact as she went along. The innkeeper gazed over his guests and quickly returned back to the front desk to help more customers. She leaned up against the wall and gasped for breath for a moment, the amount of magic she had used to conceal her Fae wings was almost  overwhelming. but she tried not to use so much as to where she would be noticed.<br/><br/>But she wanted to. She didn't want people to know what she was let alone where she came from, or who her family was. She ran away from home a long time ago and refused to look back. When she came to this land she vowed to start a brand new life for herself, but this was the only work she could find. She sighed and went back to the guests. She shook free from her thoughts and went back to work, listening in on the conversations but ignoring most of them. It wasn't her business to interrupt, only to serve.<br/><br/>Within minutes the door burst open and swarms of demons came in. She screamed and dropped her tray, spilling the glasses. They shattered upon the ground. Fear gripped every fiber of her being as she dodged arrows, knives and all manners of weapons as she clammered for the escape door. It was in the kitchen, closer to the back door, it was a trap door, hidden by a massive rug that only those close to the inn keeper knew about it.<br/><br/>When she had seen him attacked, that's when she knew that the demons wanted none of them to live. She raced to the kitchen and locked the deadbolt on the door as she turned. Some demons were already there as they seemed to tear the place to shreds, as if they looked for something. She inched towards the door. Her only way out blocked by the enemy. She swallowed hard, her hands shook. The noise from the screams and the fights from in the front escalated.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Use your magic, now or die Laroux, its your only option...</span>The demons closed in and drew their weapons. She whimpered, completely terrified. She sheilded her eyes, whispered a soft prayer, dropped her magical sheild and let her light floor the area. A scream tore from her lips as she ducked, unsure of what was to come.