1.03.2008

The blessing of Hisheme.

A girl with black hair raced out from a shrub and kneeled besides the elf. Miraye stopped when she noticed this, turned slightly, staring. The girl looked up and stared back at her with hazel eyes. Their eyes met, and Miraye instantly knew this girl was trying to help. She nodded at the black haired girl, and was about to turn her head when a fist hit her across the face and she tumbled to the ground. She touched her cheek, looked up, and a man grinning evilly down at her.

"Trying to get away with our money, eh?"
"Not your money. Mostly your balls and whatnots."

The man stopped grinning, "Smart ass, huh? I have a thing for smart asses." He kicked her. Miraye gasped for breath. He was wearing steel-toe boots with spikes on them, and blood leaked from her stomach.
"Bastard," she hissed, "Men like you don't deserve to live. Lack of respect, and only thinking with their--"
Another kick. Miraye coughed out blood. She could hear the girl behind her gasping, and the soft thuds as she tried to pick up the elf.

"Ha ha, little girly can't stand up." The man gave Miraye another kick, and they walked towards the elf and the girl. Miraye clutched her stomach, gasping for air as the blood continue to ooze out of her flesh. She turned and saw the men encircle around the elf and the girl. She heard the girl's threats, and the chains that were ringing. Miraye stood up, weakly. She took a breath of air.

"By the name of Hisheme, goddess of the fourth moon, protector of women-" The men ignored Miraye's words- "I will execute thee who mistreats those who create life..." Miraye took a step towards the men, blood dripping. She rose her head, and fell to her knees. She fell, lying on the soft grass and her eyes lost their brown and turned into a snowy white. The men looked at the body, chuckled and were about to snatch the elf when a loud howl was heard behind them. Miraye's blood was used as a sacrifice, as it floated up from the ground and formed into a wolf. The blood swirled around and the wolf stared at them. It growled, leapt up and attacked the men.

"Never call me, 'girly,'" Miraye coughed.

She heard the sounds of screams and barking, as she thanked the goddess. She breathed and felt a soft pressure on her hand. Miraye saw strands of black hair, flowing in the wind. "It's okay, you'll be alright," the soothing voice whispered, "Thank you.."
Miraye moved her fingers a little and passed out.

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