They wanted her alive... They wanted<i>her</i>alive.<br/><br/>Only those terrifying thoughts crossed her mind as the young girl struggled underneath the net, feeling the strong arms of the Yahnus wrap around her, and trying to haul her away. She was making things increasingly difficult by tossing herself up and down against the tree, her fingernails raking past a Yahnus face that growled of annoyance. She was nothing more then a pest, a pest that needed to be handled with care as she felt the hand of those creatures trying to hold her down gently. Those creatures, that slit throaths and shot the Aviari out of the sky like a colourful rain storming through the village. How could they be gentle with her, how could they show such care and devotion when all the druid wanted to believe was that they were nothing more then monsters of the night. But they weren't, and as she touched the skin of one of them, she saw it. She felt it, and through that sight her mouth moved with a grace none could see, but all could hear resonating in their heads. From within her heart a soft glow purged through the mazes of the net, through the darkness of the night, making an eery silence deaden everyone. It happened seconds after Lillith the demon had slashed her teeth through the throat of the still dying three-eyed woman on the floor. It happened as the three last daggers of the exhausted Dawn slithered through the sky finding their targets to distract. Little did she know that even the Yahnus were able to hear her soft and gentle voice booming in their heads. It happened the moment Darion fell to his knees and had finished his spoken words to her, to comfort her. But he did not know none of them reached her mind, as it was occupied to bring what she was about to say. It even severed the thoughts roaming in the mind of the leader of his kin that had fallen, providing him with answers he did not sought and questions left unanswered.<br/><br/>But it was not her voice that spoke those words of a prophecy, it was a voice that felt as ancient as time. It was a sound that resonated with wisdom and power that a young druid as her could not ever have known how to wield. It was a voice that merely used Verita as her vessel, and through the girl that bore the name of truth she spoke her words.<br/><br/><i>By touch and breath, I can see of the world to come,<br/>
this vision of things done and not done,<br/>
I see fire that covers a ungodly god's ethereal sky,<br/>
Demons rising from Hell and of these feathered angels who die,<br/>
I see.. I see the End of time.<br/>
<br/>
My vision is not diluted with loyalty to either side,<br/>
For both within the realm of heathen I lie,<br/>
Both side are unyielding with unrivaled power,<br/>
But neither will give for their attitudes are dour,<br/>
The earth will shake a bleed blood of steel,<br/>
From all over creation warriors take to battle with zeal,<br/>
<br/>
On the side of dark a man has ruled who has been named,<br/>
The Kaiser who has covered this earth with death like rain,<br/>
Demons long imprisoned who take to skies,<br/>
For at the heart of this might true evils lies.<br/>
<br/>
The side of light is now awaken,<br/>
Holy rollers march to his Hell with a white light baken,<br/>
They foolishly believe they are stronger than death,<br/>
But for their freedom Demons will steal their last breath,<br/>
<br/>
I have seen what he has feared,<br/>
This earth where he does not belong will be cleared<br/>
All heaven and hell will tremble before my division,<br/>
Thee would be wise to heed my vision. <br/>
<br/>
I will make him fall to his knees,<br/>
with warriors that were once his trustees,<br/>
he will tremble and perish upon their wrath<br/>
this for all who follow me, will be their path.</i><br/><br/>Verita gasped for air, her hands shot to her throat as she looked the most shocked of all those present at the platform. She had not expected this to happen, nor was she the one who was directing the strange light from her being all over the forest. The little orbs of light, not much bigger then the eye of a needle lingered around the blades of the wariors that still fought the Yahnus. It was almost as if time stopped, as both sides were stunned from the immensive feat of magic coming from the little thing. It did take a toll on her energy, as colour faded from her cheeks and her eyes rolled back into it's sockets. Verita clutched tightly onto Lillith's hands, holding onto her as her chapped lips, dried out from even the slightest bit of moisture kissed the Ashen coloured skin of the back of her fingers. It should send the cursed elf tingles of pure ecstasy through her veins, slowly regenerating the wounds that were caused upon her, it would take minutes, if not an hour for it to completely heal up the wound. But for now, Verita merely used the strange power overtaking her, a power not her own, to help her and the others get out of here.<br/><br/>Her normal voice had returned, a voice that was kind and terrified, a voice that had turned back to that of a young girl far away from home who ended up in the midst of a battle she was destined to be at. A girl that had just found out, that despite her earlier thoughts of having trouble to find her way in the world, had not expected to find it so quickly. With such an impending doom awaiting her.<br/><br/>Because she had seen, in her minds eye, what it was that was needed to make this self-proclaimed king fall from his throne.<br/><br/><b>His death would mean hers, and hers would mean his.<br/>
</b><br/>But she wasn't going to tell anyone that piece of information yet, because it was hers to keep and hers alone to treasure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>