I cried and cried, I couldn't help it. I was a mess. My beutiful wings were covered in dried blood, my hair looked like I hadn't brushed it in a week and the wounds on my shoulder and side were bleeding again. I hadn't lost the bow that Adrian had made for me or my back pack in the fight so I made myself a decent meal and set out to find a stream where I could clean myself up.

The next few days were long and hard. Thorrin and Reed's death had completly destroyed me but somehow I found the strength to continue. My wings had given up on me after that long flight and my wounds burned like fire. I walked for miles, a long slow and painful journey. But the physical pain that I felt was no where near as bad as the pain of my shattered heart. It's not everyday you lose everything you knew and everyone you loved. And they were too young and strong to.... I can't keep thinking like this. It would only make everything worse....