• I flexed my brown hawk's wings, a jab of pain hitting the inside of my skull. I raised a hand to feel my forehead. It was hot and sticky with blood. My blood. My tunic was ripped along the base and a slash along my trouser leg showed a tear in my flesh. Slowly opening my bright green eyes, i took in the gruesome scene around me.

    Avariel bodies lay scattered across the battlefield. Memories of the fight raced through my head. My village, attacked, dark elves. These words swirrled through the torrent of thoughts in my head, most of which i could make no sense of. I attempted to stand and immediately regretted it as my leg throbbed. I heard footsteps, faint but there. Raising my hand I wiped the blood from my eyes and saw someone. An avariel coming this way, most likely a healer. I jummped when a voice echoed in my ear, close by, but it sounded so distant...

    My vision flickered and wavered. "Magelli! over here, i found one. She's still alive, but barely." I heard wingbeats as another Avariel landed next to me. A healer, judging by his white owl's wings. "can you hear me?" a musical voice spoke next to me. I nodded faintly. "can you tell me your name?"
    "Artemis Snowfall."

    I saw him nod. "a warrior, i take it?"
    I nodded again, feeling too faint to do much else."your tough to have survived these wounds," a gentle voice. Different from that of the healer, younger, at least sixteen. The one who found me here. I felt another stab of pain in my head as the healer's hand moved over the gash in my leg, feeling sick as i saw the flesh stitch together and the blood cease to flow from it. My vision flickered one last time, and i lapsed into unconciousness.

    I blinked at the harsh light pouring from the window. My hair splayed across the pillow, now free of blood. I lifted a hand to my forehead and found the wound and the mess of blood were gone. My golden brown hawks wings were folded at a comfortable angle behind me. Several heale ...
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