Ianna had relatively healed since the last wand escapade, but the relief was short lived for exactly a week later, a very weary Matilda voice echoed in her head.
"Mother...."
Ianna's eyes snapped open from her half-sleep before mumbling sleepily, "Again? So soon? Are they TRYING to kill you, Matty? AND me?"
"I'm starting to wonder. Something...Something is not right. Something is making them awaken at a faster rate than they have ever done before. I'm weak, mom. I can barely manage the connection...I fear...I fear I only have enough strength to send you there and back...."
To hear her daughter's fear and concern almost sent the silver-haired woman into a panic. "Where is it?" she asked, trying to shake the panic off.
"It's...at a Navajo Reservation."
Ianna slid from her bed and grabbed her coat, wrapping it around her shoulders and adjusting her glasses before giving a nod of her head, "All right. I'm ready."
For once, Matilda had waited until she had said she was ready to transport her. Ianna, however, had no idea that it was because she was phasing in and out of conciousness.
"Okay," Ianna murmured, looking around the relatively empty looking reservation. It was late at night - the moon shining high in the sky, even if it was half covered by an onset of dark clouds hinting at it storming soon, "If I was a wand...where would I Hide?"
Quicksilver eyes shifted back and forth in an attempt to find one, scanning the lands much like a laser would have, determined to get it done as soon as possible. She wanted to go home before it started to rain.
A mist of purple coming from what seemed to be a winged fence post caught her eye and she smirked - Bingo.
Ianna made her way to the wand, and was about to grab it when...
"WHO'S OUT THERE?!"
s**t.
Ianna took off running, her hand grasping at the wand and pulling it from the earth as she shot off. Unfortunately, at that exact moment, two things that were not in favor of the woman, happened.
The first? It started to rain. Hard. The thunder seemed to shake through the sky, and lightening started to immediately flash, lighting up the dark, inky pool of night.
And the second resulted in a long, loud wail for Ianna - an Arrow piercing her left arm, causing her to trip and fall over herself, rolling down one of the hills and into a near by stream. Her entire body wracked with cold and pain.
The shooter, apparently satisfied with making whatever the woman was drop and roll down a hill, retreated back to wherever they came from.
She was about to call out for Matilda when a rather anguished scream filled her own mind, causing a second bout of pain to stab through her, blinding her momentarily to the point of passing out. Matty hadn't closed their link, leaving Ianna vulnerable to whatever she was feeling.
And the pain was like nothing Ianna had ever felt before - as if a very piece of her essence had been torn from her and lit aflame by a white-hot fire. Her mind could not even register the fact that another wand had fallen with the storm and into her open hand, the one empty of the other wand.
The mortal passed out from the pain, the water carrying her away for a good half mile before Matilda recovered enough to transport her back home and passed out herself.
