When the elf arrived the small girl looked up at her from the ground with a mixture of intense pain and fear in her big brown eyes. She didn't respond to Daphne's just turned her gaze to her, part out of recognition and part because she didn't want to look at the open wound any more. Elani spoke to her again, giving her instructions, and the girl just nodded, then she held her hand out to Daphne obviously looking for comfort from the girl.<br/><br/>As soon as Daphne took her blood soaked hand she reached out with her other hand and held Elani by the shoulder. "Thank you, I'm so glad I was able to find the two of you." Her voice wasn't the voice of a young village girl, it was too dark and far too sinister. As she spoke her grip on Daphne and Elani became stronger and tighter. Rather than the soft delicate hands of the young girl they were like vices of iron and her finger nails almost seemed claw like as they dug into both the girl's skin. Also as she spoke her big brown eyed bled away being replaced by the horrible black and red of Iezabel's and her caramel skin faded to her natural sickly pale.<br/><br/>But before either of them could hope to react to this transformation the world around them seemed to start melting and swirling around them. All of their senses would be filled with a horrible sulfur-like heat and small and their minds would become foggy and numb like somebody had drugged them. When she took her hands off of them her touch would be replaced by smooth snakey coils that wrapped around the girl's necks arms and legs and with a hard yank they were pulled against a stone wall, and with the impact all their senses would return to normal. The only change would be their location, being the tower of the Sorceress Iezabel, the demon queen who stood before them now.