Raising the Dead

[saerwen]

Eventide walked along the cliffs, staring into the depths below. They were relatively calm for this ocean. They beat against the cliffs faces, but it seemed that they weren't as furious as they might have been in a storm, or even on a normal occasion. She wondered what it might have been like to be that cliff face. To constantly have something beating against you would be pretty hard to deal with.

Contrary to what most might have thought, Eventide did have a heart. She had a heart that felt much. It was hard to understand Eventide. She was so conniving at points that it was hard to believe that she even had a soul. Her type of magic didn't lend itself to being very kind, feeling, or soft. It struck fear into the hearts of every human being in the world in some way or another. The only reason that it wouldn't have was if they also controlled death. That was in essence, what she did. She had illusions, and she had necromancing. She called those long dead spirits to herself, ordering their decomposing bodies to do her bidding. It was also calling their spirits, which should be left to rest, to wake and then binding them to herself.

She had to kill people in order to keep herself well stocked on direct slave spirits, and she found that if she had no use for them or their belongings, they seemed to be purposeless in this world. They needed to die. Her dearest friend in the world had believed the same thing. It was a logic conclusion. After all, if something had no use then it was a burden on the world.

However, despite all of these strange beliefs, Eventide did, on strange occasions, hate herself for what she had done. The whole reason that Eventide had tricked Miriel was because she hadn't gotten her way. One of her play things had turned on her in an unexpected fashion and taken his purpose away. She had thought that, until she started staring at the waves and the cliff face. Although the waves beat against the rocky walls, they stood silently withstanding every harsh blow. Watching that dragon take every single blow from his most beloved without a word, and outcry of pain, or even an angry feelings had softened her heart. She was jealous of Miriel.

Damion had come to her the morning that she went to find Miriel and told her that he forgave her. He said that he would no longer hold a grudge against Eventide and that he was going to forget the whole ordeal. He was going to stop fighting, stop reacting. He told her that if she tried to change, he would never bring the issue up again. He also said that if she continued to do the same kinds of things that he would stop her. He said that it wasn't aobut his friend anymore and that he could forgive that. It was now about Eventide stealing the lives of the living for her own personal gain.

How could someone forgive so easily? It was disgusting to Eventide. How could that scaly dragon forgive his love for hurting him with no cause. He didn't know that it had been an illusion? It was impossible for her to fathom. She rolled her eyes and turned away from the cliffs.

Even with her wonder and her anger, she had begun to wonder if she had done the right thing. The dragon was probably dead, or close to it, and the phoenix might have committed suicide if he was dead, but that was optimistic.

She shook her head and tried to reason that she was right. He had not followed her plan. He had ruined everything. He was useless to Eventide, he deserved to die. Right? It was now that Eventide heard someone walking up to the cliffs. She looked into the distance. Who was that?

[»Míríel«]

The sound of waves, usually they were calming to Miriel, even in the frantic frothing state they were in currently. This time they only seemed to be encouraging her, egging her on. revenge, revenge... the words were crashing on the stones, they seemed to be saying that word, repeatedly. Yes, there would be some sort of revenge. It would result in a type of death, hers or the one she hunted.

The feelings she was feeling at the moment were so strange, so alien to her being. Usually she was the one trying to stop Jaedon or Neron from fighting, or killing. Now she had become the hunter, not the peacemaker. Why did it have to feel so good? When revenge boiled in the veins it gave one a strange sense of power. She could do anything, go anywhere, until she found the one, that creature.

With every step she took she saw another way she had been tricked, her ready given trust trampled upon. First there was the illusion of the girl, that got her angry at Damion and confused, then there was the whole ice phoenix ordeal. Who could have done something like that? Who? Her fists balled and she raised her head up, catching sight of a hauntingly familiar figure. Eventide. The name had a sweet but sour taste on her tongue.

Amazingly, to Eventide, Miriel's form relaxed at the sight. Her fists uncurled, her eyes brightened and even a smile could be seen. Miriel knew that in order to achieve her goal, Eventide would have to be unaware, at first. "Eventide!" Her voice sounded happy. "I was looking for you!" She drew nearer to the girl. Revenge, Revenge, Revenge. Miriel tried to ignore the wave's voice. "Sorry about a couple days ago, I missed our appointment...I was...detained. I hope you weren't waiting to long for me." The smile on her face was disarming. It was time for hunted to turn into the hunter.

[saerwen]

The second that Eventide recognized Miriel all thoughts about whether what she was doing was right or wrong died. It died at the very sight of her. Her boyfriend had been to most annoying toy she ahd ever had, the most rebellious. She wanted them both out of her hair. She wanted to ensure that Miriel and Damion never had their happy ending either. Her jealousy was eating her alive. Her evil and sweet side came out.

She smiled sweetly, "Oh, yes, I know what you mean. I am afraid that I was detained. I got stuck with a friend who had to drag me out on a shopping trip. I begged to get away, but she is such a desperate little thing. So anyway, did you get to see Damion? I hope that you guys were able to work things out if you did."

She was glad that that wolf hadn't told Miriel that it was her who had caused the whole thing. When he caught up with her Eventide had had one heck of a time trying to get away from him. She had ended up using her magic and then running. The justice police didn't try catching up to her. She had had nightmares that night. She had never known someone to be that good with telepathy. He had dug into her mind in a matter of moments and then he had started haunting her with visions of the past. It was crippling to say the least. She shook her head slightly to try and clear her mind of the images and memories. It was in the past. That wolf was the next thing that she was going to take out, although he posed an imposing challenge for her.

She tried to shirk and cover her rather zoned out look with mindless banter, "So what are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be with lover boy right now? But then again, if things didn't go very well, that might be a bit of a challenge...But he is so sweet, I am sure that if he saw you that you guys made up. I bet that he is really fun to be with."

[»Míríel«]

Eventide's illusion of friendship was had now dissipated. What was left behind was empty, oh so empty. If Miriel hadn't been in the mood she was in she would have pitied the poor creature. After all the life she was leading was so empty, so lonely, and so worthless. To take delight in harming others wasn't a life at all, it would leave one bored and always in the search of something better. Without love, without kindness, one could not enjoy life. However Miriel felt none of these things, in fact all she felt was a feeling of sickness and revulsion.

Miriel let none of this show, instead she just smiled understandingly and shook her head. "Friend can be demanding things sometimes. No I didn't see Damion, I was a bit distracted...by something." Hearing Eventide call Damion lover-boy made Miriel bristle, but she didn't let it show. It had been a long time since Miriel had worn a mask or tried her hand at acting, and she was glad she hadn't lost her touch in it. "No. I couldn't be with Damion... I can't bring myself to face him yet. There are to many things to think about and do. He is fun to be with...he is." She felt her mind start to drift towards Damion, but she snapped it back into attention. "Tell me how do you know each other? He seemed to know you quite well the last time we met." Miriel was curious about this, and she didn't really get a straight answer from Damion, now was the time to ask.

[saerwen]

"Oh that is such a shame! I was counting on it being such a great bonding time for the both of you! It is really sad," Eventide made a mock appearance of being sorry. She knew what had happened. The poor thing hadn't seen Damion, she had seen an ice phoenix. What a sob story, until she realized that it had been an illusion. Eventide was going to have to make sure that she didn't let out any signs that she had been there. It would not bode well for her if she let that slide because Miriel might become curious as to why she was lying and why she had not done anything and if she had known that there was someone casting illusion spells or even if she was the one who had done it. There were too many downfalls possible.

When Miriel asked about her and Damion's past Eventide choked. How was she going to explain this? She grasped in her mind for a good lie and pulled one out of the hat. Lying was so natural to her it was almsot sickening.

"Oh, Damion and I? Ha, that is a very sad story. YOu see we met under rather strained circumstances. He had a friend that lived in England and he was over there visiting his friend...Edward was his name. Well, I was Edward's old girlfriend. We had broken up recently and one night, Edward and I ran into each other at a bar and Damion was there with Edward. They had been grabbing a beer and were on their way to the library that Edward worked in. Edward and I sort of...got angry with each other and Damion got his news about me from Edward who wouldn't let me have a chance to defend myself. I don't blame him because I had been sort of terrible to Edward, so I deserved a bit of bad mouthing."

That was a mixture of the truth, but most of it was lies. They had met in a bar, and Damion's friend had been Edward, but the rest had been a completely different story. She knew that Damion wouldn't have told Miriel that story, so she knew that she was safe with her lie.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel listened quietly, but she didn't answer anything Eventide said until the very end. She felt anger boiling within her, she couldn't contain it any longer. Walking closer to Eventide she had a frown on her face, almost a pout, "Yes it was sad. It wasn't what I was expecting." She was close now, close enough. "But you know what is even more sad?"

Lunging out she caught the girl on both arms and clasped tightly. "You." Her green eyes searched Eventide and the anger was apparent within them. "Your pitiful life, toying with others, ruining lives. You are nothing but a lie, everything you do is a lie. Do not think me as stupid. You created the illusion of the ice phoenix so that I would do what you couldn't to Damion, kill him. You are a coward and a fiend. I do not know if what you say about Damion is true or not and so I grow tired of your lies." Her fingernails dug in deeper as her skin grew hot, it would have been a burning sensation to Eventide. "If I was of lesser morals, dear, sweet, Eventide." Sarcasm was dripping from those adjectives, "I would have stabbed you in the back just now and it would be over for you. However it is your lucky day." Letting go of the girl she pushed her away and continued, "I only fight in one way, a way that you have no knowledge of, that is the way of honor. Defend yourself." Miriel pulled forth a sword from its sheath and stood ready. Fire was dancing on her form, just to show how close she was to changing forms. If eventide tried to run, she would shift to the phoenix's form and overtake her. "If you choose otherwise, let me assure you, You can run, but you will never be able to hid." Miriel's eyes narrowed.

[saerwen]

Eventide was startled by Miriel's sudden change. She had been so sure that she had had that girl in her grasp. She had been so sure that it had worked. So the wolf had told on her and everything that Miriel had done was for revenge. Eventide felt the heat on her arm, and although it hurt, she couldn't help but smile. It was twisted and evil.

"So the pretty phoenix knows how to trick people, eh? Impressive. I had taken you as less," she was glad that she had brought out the evil side of Miriel. In the back of her mind she was formulating a plan. She was going to fight for a while, and when Miriel was least expecting it or ready for it, she was going to run. However, that plan was shattered when Miriel said that she would search for Eventide. from the air, the phoenix would have a pretty good chance of finding her. Fine then, I'll just kill her too.

When Miriel pulled away and drew her sword Eventide smiled. This was going to be easy if she didn't switch forms. Although she was close, she wasn't there yet. Eventide had a chance. She chuckled and rubbed her face with her hand, running it up to her hair.

"If it's a fight that you want, then it is a fight that you will get," Eventide was having a lot of fun. She changed forms in a split second, her black fur shining in the sunlight. As she stood on her hind legs, her forked tail flicked back and forth. Her eyes flashed red and then she made a motion with her hands as though she were pulling somehting from the ground. A few moment's later, something that resembled a stick burst through the soft dirt below them. It crawled further and further out of the dirt. The thing that had looked like a stick was now clearly seen as bones with bits of flesh hanging off of it. A partially decayed body had risen from its resting place. Others had appeared from behind Eventide, some forming from sheer summoning magic and others being called from their graves in the sea of in the ground beneath their feet.

They all began a fearless and wild rampage towards Miriel. Some of them held weapons, but the others were simply floundering masses of rotting, melted, or hewn flesh that were commanded to go. Some were in possession of half their bodies, while others were nothing but skeletons. There was only one that was a full body except for a spot in his stomach that had been punctured with something very large and blunt. It had been driven all of the way through.

"If you really want to know the truth about how I met Damion, it was in a bar, but I wasn't Edwards girlfriend. I was a girl trying to pick them up. They asked me for directions and I led them to a dark alley way with an illusion. Edward saw through it before Damion did, so I killed him and then decided to get rid of Damion as well. However, Damion doesn't die easily, so he woke back up and saw me picking up some pretty jewels from his dead buddy. Needless to say, he still won the fight despite being wounded. Just as he was about to finish me off and drag me to the barney's, I caused his little friend to rise from the dead and start attacking him. Poor thing was never the same after that."

She then prepared herself to summon more minions and some spirits. It felt good to use her dark magic form again.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel felt a pang of shame rack through her body at Eventide's words. Not letting this show she stared at Eventide, her grip on her sword tightening. Why did she feel nervous? Was it because she hadn't fought with a sword in a long time? Or was it because she knew this was going to be a fight to the death. Things felt so far away, Jaedon, Damion, Neron, even Cecily. Where were they and what were they doing right now? She had just left them, but it felt like years since she had seen them. Time was a strange thing that liked to play with ones mind. Sometimes it went by quickly, other times slowly. Minutes could feel like years or years like minutes, why was that?

Thinking time was over as Eventide switched forms. Miriel let her sword swing through the air in a warm up figure eight. Though she hated to admit it, the weight of the sword in her hand again was thrilling. What Miriel saw wasn't what she expected, it was actually repulsive. Bones, flesh, all clattering and wobbling around in a sickening jirking motion. What really got Miriel was the smell, dead, rotten, something that lingered in the air or on anything it touched for a long time.

When Eventide spoke about what really happened Miriel felt horrified. To bring dead to life, that was something sick and twisted, something sacrilegious. There was no time for thinking now, the minions were closing in. It was time to fight.

Miriel swung her sword and caught the closest one on the neck, clipping the head off neatly. Kicking the torso down she lashed out at another, then another. Slowly making her way toward Eventide, or trying to. There were so many minions, so many. Then came the one full body with the hole in his stomach. He proved to be a challenge. He actually caught her unaware, coming up from behind. It was then she was surrounded, everyone was closing in. She tried to fight off the closest one with the sword while using fire to bring a barrier around her so that only a few could make it through the circle at a time, or those that did would, hopefully, catch on fire.The full bodied Minion she struck out at with her sword, aiming for his heart.

She didn't know if what she was doing, or had been doing really helped. She didn't stick around long enough to see if those she had cut the heads off of still were following after her or if they were now, truely dead. Was it possible to kill those who were already dead?

[saerwen]

Eventide smirked as she watched the repulsion show on Miriel's face. Miriel hadn't ever fought something like this before. It was harsh and cruel, but it was the truth. Things that were dead, if fed magic were able to be resurrected and used. It was a bad business to be sure, but Eventide delighted in it. They were practical. Minions that could rebuild themselves and rise up from the pit of defeat time and again were the most miraculous kinds of soldiers.

Chanting a strange spell, Eventide let loose one of her favorite weapons. It was a spirit that she had caged. It was only set free when Eventide needed it to do her bidding. She still had Edward in her army of spirits, but she had made so much use of him that he was slowly dying out. Spirits did eventually become useless because they would return to their bodies to rest for eternity. They could never be use by a necromancer again.

The spirit couldn't be stopped, but it couldn't cause any direct physical damage, it just made things happen. This spirit went and made the ground slicker in some places that others, placed stones in Miriel's path, and even grappled onto her leg, pulling with all its dear little might. Eventide loved how they worked so hard. Eventide them commanded her next spirit to constantly attack Miriel's sword hand. It eventually would knock it loose. All that Eventide needed was for Miriel to be so focused on holding on that she wouldn't be able to stop Eventide's attack in time. Eventide came jumping forward so fast she looked like a streak of black. While Miriel was having trouble with her sword she place a few quick, but hard and well placed blows into Miriel's frame. One fist went straight to her stomach, her knee into Miriel's side, and then she jumped back, sure that she was out of reach of the sword. She ducked behind one of her minions for cover and hopped away, returning to summon a few more to complete her army and using her magic to repair the ones that Miriel had broken. The full body that she had pegged straight through with her sword came for her again, unphased by pain.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel saw the spirits released and the mischief they were being commanded to complete. When one grappled her leg and another attacked her hand she was having trouble doing anything at all. She was so focused that Eventide's blows came completely out of no where to her. The force of them and the placement made Miriel double over in pain, wind knocked out of her. It was all she could do to keep the minions off of her with fire.

It didn't take long for Miriel to come back to her feet and look for Eventide. It was to late though, Eventide was back in safety, behind her minions. "Figures." Miriel could have said more but chose to hack away at the approaching minions. It was a good thing they were pretty easy to kill. Even the ones with weapons were mindless to a point. Every once in a while she would have to stave off a blow or two with her sword. By themselves they were easy, in the ever growing quantity they were growing more challenging. They were closing in on her, even with the fire on her side. Paying attention to striking one mound of flesh she saw the full bodied minion out of the corner of her eyes. Not paying attention to her footing she slipped on a stone stumbled and fell due to slippery ground. She looked up at the full bodied minion. "You are going to cause me a lot of trouble aren't you." Standing up she held out her sword and attempted to hit him again. The problem were that they had no pain, the felt nothing, they were dead. When she went to strike he caught her blade, letting the sharp edge cut into his flesh of his shoulder. With his other arm he hit her across the face. She stumbled to the side, sword detaching from the flesh by her momentum. Touching her jaw tenderly with her open hand she glared at the minion them moving forward she struck at him again, in the chest again.This time the blade got stuck in his chest, due to the density of bone, muscle and sinew. As she tried to yank it out another minion by her lashed out with a jagged knife and jabbing her in the arm. She let out a cry of pain before turning on the second minion and grabbing his arm, which was still attached to the knife, broke it and then using her leg kicked it away from her. IN doing so she had to leave her sword in the full bodied minion's chest. Grasping the dagger she pulled it from her. THe wound, which left drops of blood on the ground glowed white and then sealed over. Also the red mark on her face from the punch now had returned back to skin color. Miriel couldn't heal herself forever and she knew that. Holding the dagger she turned back to the full bodied minion.

[saerwen]

Eventide watched with pleasure, knowing that she was winning this fight. She took pleasure in every blow that landed against Miriel. It was like Miriel's pain fed her. It gave her energy to know that she was triumphing and that her dark magic, with all of it's fright had given her a power over others that was more than what most were used to. She had trained so hard, for so long, enduring so much pain as she messed up, had to learn from her mistakes, and tried to make up for it. It was her the fruit of her labor that she watched. As she heard Miriel's cry of pain she smiled, no grinned. She was murderously joyous.

With an evil gleam on her face she spoke to her opponent as she sent her minions in to attack the girl again, "Are you ready to give up, my friend? This quarreling is useless. You will be over powered if you keep this up." She didn't have the power to summon any more minions, not until the ones that she had were spent. Her only fear was if Miriel should change forms. That was the only way that she would win. She couldn't give Miriel that chance.

Seeing that her sword had been removed from her grasp Eventide decided that now was the time to move. That minion could cause more damage, but she wanted that sword. She leaped forward, calling the body back to her, she then removed the sword from its place. She turned to Miriel with an evil glimmer in her eyes. She back stepped and let her minions swarm Miriel again. They all came in at one time, striding past their mistress and running for their target. When Miriel was was fully surrounded, Eventide took the sword and shoved it into their midst, driving it in as deeply as it would go, even through some of her own creations. She hoped that the sword would hit its mark. If Miriel didn't die soon, then the tide of the fight might change completely for Eventide. Her illusions would only be able to save her for a small amount of time. The more that you saw through her illusions, the more ineffective they became. Eventually they were useless.

[»Míríel«]

Minions, masses of minions. There were so many, so so many. They surrounded Miriel suddenly, swarming her, she was having more trouble fending these off and took some blows and she tried to use the dagger she had taken from the other minion. Where had her sword gone? She needed it to keep distance between her and the rotting pieces of flesh. The closer she was, the closer they were to her and the more they could do to her. Already she had taken more blows and now with them crowding around her she was having trouble dodging.

Miriel couldn't heal herself forever. The little things were easy, but should she get a major blow, that would be to much. Just as she was thinking about healing herself the minions pressed even closer, trapping her. She heard the sound of metal sliding through flesh, she turned to see what it was, just as the sword was coming at her. Even though it went through one of the other minions it still had a good length to it, enough to kill someone. As Miriel turned it caught her in the middle of her torso, missing her stomach. She gasped as the steel bit into her and then she collapsed, body falling off the bit of sword that had pierced her. Her body was working fast to heal the wound, but it would take time and the minions massed about her groping for her fallen form, their mistake. As she lay there, shirt red with blood they had no idea of what was going on. The skin and organs were being healed, fixed at a rapid rate. That is why Miriel fell. She needed energy to knit everything together quickly, she didn't have time to let it go slowly. The wound itself wasn't that deep, for the sword couldn't go into her the full length, or even half the length. So though it was painful, it really wasn't that bad of a wound.

Miriel waited, waited for the minions to close in on her, and letting her enemy thing she had succeeded in killing her. Just as the Minions crowed around her, blocking her from view, her wound had finished healing and fiery wings enclosed her forms. In a second or two what was once what looked to be an injured girl, was now a raging phoenix. Eventide had awaken the fire within. The minions closest to Miriel were incinerated. Her form bolted from the ground and it didn't take long for her to see Eventide. With powerful beatings of her wings she flew at Eventide, beak open, talons outstretched, wings striped blue.

[saerwen]

Eventide had laugh manically with success as she with drew the sword and saw a fresh stain of blood. While it was true that the would wasn't deep, it was enough to weaken Miriel. What Eventide hadn't noticed about Miriel was that she could heal herself. As she watched her minions close in, Eventide swore that this was the end of their fight. She had won. The phoenix was going to fall at her hands all because of Miriel's misgivings about pride and honorable fights. Honor might have felt good, but it was useless. It always gets you killed in the end. What use was honor and glory for those who were dead? She could answer that question because of her extensive knowledge of dead things and what can happen after they die. It was of no use.

However, in her moment of triumph as she waited to see her minions turning to her, asking if their job was done, she saw instead, a faint glowing come from their center, and then, they burst into flames. Eventide's mouth fell open in surprise. Miriel had somehow managed to change forms even though she was wounded. As she rose from the mass of tangled bones and marrow, Eventide searched for signs of the wound, but none were to be found.

"How the heck did she heal herself? What on earth did she use? That should be impossible!" In only a few moves, the entire game had switched. She was now on the losing side. What was she to do? he scrambled for idea's but nothing came to mind. Suddenly she though, "Perhaps there is still a chance that I can run and get away. Yes! I need to make an illusion to help me get away." So, she took a step back and created and illusion. She dodged to the side behind on of her mangled and burnt minions and put in the place that she had been an image of Damion. The beautiful ice dragon's form rose to his full height as he looked at the phoenix.

"Miriel, what are you doing?" he asked in a slightly confused tone. His chest still bore the mark that she had given him in their last fight, or at least how Eventide imagined that it looked, "My dear, please tell me what is wrong. You know that I am not angry with you. I just want to understand!" It sounded so real that Eventide was rather proud of herself, but she had to admit that she was trying very hard. She ordered one of her minions to come with her as she tried to run away from the cliffs. She hoped and prayed that she could get away before Miriel was no longer affected by the illusion.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel was closing in on her prey, when suddenly a familiar figure appeared. Damion?!" throwing forward her sings she stopped her decent and stared at the dragon. "What am I doing?" She sounded surprised. "Damion you, of all people should know that." How had he gotten here? How had he found her? Then remembrance of what had happened last time washed over her, clearing her mind. This was an illusion, it had to be. If Damion had been in any proximity to this place, Miriel would have sensed it. Plus he had just woken up. He would be as weak as a baby. A pang of guilt hit her heart, she could be with him, not out here. She shook her head. This wasn't Damion, there was no way.

The more she looked at it the more she noticed things off. The wound on him was straight over his heart, she had hit it more towards the middle and it looked off. The size, shape, and density of it. Miriel knew now, more than anything that he wasn't the true Damion. That wound, she would remember its appearance until the day she died.

Something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, a minion was leaving the pack. That wouldn't happen...unless" She turned her attention from "Damion" and saw the running figure of Eventide. "Coward!" Her body was no longer hovering in the air, but shot off at the girl. Miriel was gaining oh her quickly. Fire erupted from the ground around Eventide, preventing her from running to far to the side or from dodging what was coming for her. That is, if that cat didn't have anything else up her sleeve.

[saerwen]

Eventide had been banking too much on that illusion. When she herd Miriel speaking to it she had to think up a response. However, none came to her. Plus, she soon realized that Miriel was no longer fooled by the flying beast's appearance. It wasn't Damion and she knew it now. It was the end of this fight. Eventide knew it. The only problem was, it looked to be her end also. She had no where ele to run, nothing left to do. She couldn't fight a fiery opponent that was in the air. It was simply impossible. She could try and swipe at Miriel, but all she would achieve was getting a burn paw. She could also try to running, but the fire that soon appeared in front of her was too much. She couldn't manage to jump over it, not yet at least. It raged and jumped all over the place, begging for a taste of the felines fur and flesh. However, Eventide knew this was not going to be the worst. A fiery hell was coming towards her and she had no defense, save one undead body. She stepped behind it, hoping that she would be able to come up with something, but everything that she thought of was futile.
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Not far from Eventide's current position, on the other side of Miriel's flames sat Jaedon. Her lithe black for had been hidden by the shadows of the trees that she had just emerged from. She had gone hunting for Miriel, and also for some lunch. She had found both. The squirrel that hung from her mouth had been freshly killed. Miriel however, was much further from her grasps. She was fighting with someone. Jaedon knew who. Eventide. She had not seen the girl more than once, she had never seen her in her true form, but she didn't have to. She knew that there was only one person that Miriel would have wanted to go and hunt. Eventide was about to meet a whole lot of pain. She just hoped that the rage blinded Miriel would have the restraint to stop. Then again, Jaedon also hoped that if Miriel didn't take the duty, that she could. That little fiend needed to die. She just grimaced at the thought of it being by Miriel's hand.