“STUPID BOOK!” Rye snapped viciously as she grabbed it and threw it against the far side of the room. Ever since the day she got it, she felt utterly confused by it and most other Guardians would of learned how to wield there magic by now, but no! To her this book was written in high Jukin that just looked like a little child’s writing. This was the main cause of her sheer frustration, as she couldn’t figure out how to bring up a single spell. The raw intense fire growing with her anger made her hate the book and magic more than ever.

“I am threw with studying this freakin’ book,” Rye barked as she turned her fiery neon green eyes towards Garth whom sat on her bed just tilting his head to the left to watch her have a cow. Walking over to the book, Rye barely looked over it before she whipped it into the fireplace and turned her back. But that didn’t satisfy her rage, her hands shook with her fury, Rye went totally psycho in her room until she kicked open her window and jumped out. Falling down the tree, Rye swung herself towards a fat branch that stuck out and used it like a diving board, springing her-self up and then back downwards. Withdrawing her sword with such grace she rolled across the ground and flung the sword at something that she didn’t even know was there. Hearing something scream bloody murder, Rye’s anger ceased making her realized what she had done and now she had to find out what she threw her sword at.

‘Man I have to learn to control my anger…’ Rye told herself as she walked towards the blood curdling scream. Peering around the bronze gate, she shut it so softly that she was sure that no one would ever notice she was gone. Perhaps this freak out was a good thing? Tracing her steps in front of each other Rye smacked herself in the head as she looked towards a small child who sat on the ground looking up at the sword that pierced right through the tree. Her bloody curdling screams were evenly spared between each breathless gasp. Placing her fingers in her mouth, Rye gave a sharp whistle making the kids cease her screams and look to Rye with huge brown eyes.

“Chill kid, the sword didn’t get you and if you keep up that screaming you might attract a demoil.” Rye spoke calmly. Wiping her nose on her sleeve the small child hugged her knees together with her free hand. “You alright?” Rye asked gently as she figured the child almost had an early heart-attack.

Nodding quickly, the girl pushed herself as she brushed the dirt off of her butt and purple skirt. Looking backwards through the corner of her eye, Rye heard a faint panting and moaning as a pair of claws scraped across the dirt. Feeling Garth roll into a ball he hit the back of Rye’s left leg as the girl started to whimper as her hands darted up to her mouth to let loose a shrill scream, enough to wake the dead.

Rye felt like she was dancing as she began to wave her hands back and forth trying to keep this girl from screaming. “Wait!! Hold on, don’t cry kid. He won’t hurt you!” Rye cried as she held out her hands and waved them still.

“But…” The child whined.

“No buts, Garth is harmless.” Rye spoke as she grabbed her sword in the tree and started to pull it out. Putting her right foot on the trunk of the tree, Rye started jumping, “Come… out… NOW!” Grunting, and pulling on the sword to wretch it loose. “Holy!” Failing her arms around rapidly, as the blade finally wiggled itself out of the notched old tree.

Laughing softly the girl stood in the same spot as Rye looked over to her and smiled kindly. “You’re not from around here either are you?”

“No miss,” The girl’s bouncy brown curls sprang as she shook her head. “I am from south of the elf and human border. I just came through here to find my father in the Rio army.” The child smiled pricelessly as Rye noted the splash of freckles covering the bridge of the girl’s nose. Standing up, sheathing her destructive weapon, Rye nodded.

“Human eh.” Rye jiggled her pouch on the side of her belt. “Well it’s a good thing you ran into me before any other elf finds you and well…” Rye stopped short as she seen the fear rise once again in the human girl’s eyes.

“You’re a…”

“Elf? That I am but let’s just say I am not like most Elven warriors Kiddo.” Rye grinned as she gathered herself over to the human child. Ruffling up the kid’s hair with a twitch of her hands, the girl laughed lightly.

Calling her down to her height, the child’s large eyes sparkled slightly as she seemed to enjoy the idea Rye being near. “But my mother said that all hevanoics are alike. Evil, veil horrible creatures with pitch black souls that only death fills.” The child repeated her mother’s words.

“Some are like that but most of us are just as calm and cool as a human.” Rye answered. The small child nodded to Rye’s words as she seemed interested in Rye’s ears a little more.

Wiggling her boot in the dirt, the child beamed a toothy smile at her. “What is your name Miss?” the child asked innocently.

“Ryden Hunter and yours?” Rye closed her eyes as she returned the sweet smile.

“Melena Clarkson. I’m six years young.” Melena spoke proudly.

“Well Melena tell me. What is something so young doing alone in the Elven territory?”

“I wanted to see my father, so I ran off to find him.” Melena answered

Rye crooked a finger under Melena’s chin as she turned her face to the left and right. “Well,” Rye stalled, “Can you handle being escorted by an elven maiden?”

“But you might get killed by him…” Melena complained as Rye cut her short.

“If that happens then it shall be.” Rye nodded as she looked down to Garth.

“Garth I want you to go back to the base and stay there until I return. If I don’t return in three days, try and tell my brother somehow. You got it?” Cocking its head to the left, it seemed to understand a bit as it took off running towards the base.

“Now which way is your father Melena?” Rye smiled.

“Northwest Ryen.” Melena answered as she pointed in the wrong direction. Rye smirked a little at being called Ryen as she took Melena’s pointing fingers and turned them into the right direction.

“Follow me and by the way that is southeast. You are heading the wrong way.” “Oh, no wonder I was lost.” Melena confessed. “Ryen, how long will it take to get to my father?” Melena asked as she moved towards Rye’s right side.

Rye posted her hands on her hips as she thought a little. “I’m not sure. I haven’t been to the elven/ human border. I just found out about this war Melena. But if we start now we can get there sooner or later.” Nodding her head, Rye and Melena started off into the vast forest, into the belly of the enemy Rye noted.

Winding and travelling across a curving path, it seemed as if it was trying to confuse her in which way she was going. If it wanted to play a mind trick, it was beginning to work it awesome magic.

Peering over her slender shoulder, Rye curved an ear up as slow smirk graced her lip elegantly. “Would you like to settle for the night Melena?” Rye asked.

“No… we are… almost there…R-Ryen.” Melena yawned as she crept around Rye’s back. Although Rye was sure that there was at least another good days traveling left to do before she could scoot Melena off and head back.

“Well alright, just a bit more and then we stop for the night…” Rye started as she heard something move in the forest making her become more alert to the surrounds around her. Spreading her fingers into a wide stopping motion, Rye narrowed her sights to try and see through the pitch darkness. “Melena stay ba...ck?” Stepping into a trap, Rye suddenly had her dark world turn upside down as she blinked. Bouncing a little from the snare, Melena eyes were vast with terror as Rye was a little confused about this.

“You stepped into trap! There going to come here soon Ryen. You have to get down before my father comes and kills you!” Melena spoke frantically as she woke up.

“No problem” Rye smirked as she started to swing back and forth to try to flip her-self up to the tree, where the rope hung so she could grab it and cut it.

“NO! DON’T DO THAT!” Melena cried as her little hands shot out in all directions.

Screaming out in sheer soul frightening pain, her body was racking full of hot white shocks. Feeling as if it was drilling into her head, Rye flopped back down to hanging upside down by the excruciating pain didn’t die down but instead amplified itself to bone breaking squeeze. Loosing her breath, Rye felt as if the air around her was closing in on her and forcing her air out of her lungs to compress her body into one. Crying out with a bloody murder squeal Rye felt her arm’s bone snap in the middle making her pass out from it.

The warming darkness was soothing as Rye let her body take over her mind and let it do as it pleased. Why fight it?