<div align="center">Anethrial</div><br/>Anethrial bent down to put out the last of the candles light, returning the temple back into darkness. She glances back the goddess now cloaked within the shadows. She thinks about rejoining her father in his office, or perhaps spending some time in the garden. None of that happens because in that moment something from the shadows grabs her. Her body stiffens as she feels something pressed against her back. A weapon possibly? A scream escapes her lips muffled by the hand on her mouth. Her breath catches in her chest. Her golden eyes wide with surprise.<br/><br/>Where were the guards? Her father never let her go anywhere that wasn't well guarded. She had become something of a celebrity to the peoples here, and he was sure that their were those who wanted to get at her. If not only to get back at him. Today had been a hectic day. The guards having more on their plate then guarding an empty temple, or the half angel who wonders in there. She was happy of this fact a few seconds before, when she had wanted to talk to the Gods in private. Now though she was missing such protection.<br/><br/>Anethrial wasn't much of a fighter. Her build more fragile then muscular. She had spent her life in temples libraries, and gardens. Not things that helped someone gain strength. She didn't believe in fighting in any case. Even though she could not see who in the darkness had done  this. She did not wish them any  harm. The hate of her father had not tainted her. She did not struggle or try to fight in anyway, but stood perfectly still and waited. The guards would show themselves soon, and if not she would just have to see how her fate played out.