He was right. She couldn't just wonder around who knows what would happen or who would attack her. Perhaps that had been her fathers intent to start with, if the guards didn't kill her, He knew her ignorance of the world outside the temple would. She had lived her life sheltered. All she knew of the world outside where some crudely drawn maps, and stories she had read or heard all slanted in the priesthoods favor.  Alone she would die.<br/><br/>She wrapped her wings tightly around her, her golden feathers making a slight ruffling sound. Her chest still ached where the dagger had hit her, but by  the morning it would be like it had never happened at all. A gift from her immortal parent. She wasn't immortal herself, though she did age about ten years slower then humans.  It was hard for her to get injured, but her kind did tend to get sick more often. She remembered spending months in bed when she was younger with hastily made calls to doctors that seemed to hurt more then help.<br/><br/>She sniffled. She realized the world that she had known was gone from her. The ones she had cared for and loved had tried to kill her. Tears slipped down past her cheek and  her breath started to come out in little gasps. She didn't want to cry in front of him, but now that it had started it tears flowed like a river she couldn't stop. She slowly cried herself to sleep.