Pain throbed within her fast beating heart. Her shoulders moved, sobbing to the point, Yet no tears could be seen on her face. Her long arms where wraped around her shoulders and her legs, bent at the knee's, where pressing hard into her chest as if she tryed to hide within her self from the horors she felt, she saw, she heard, she was.

her eyes, normaly bright with life, was now sparkling with fear, with pain. Her body shook, her face so pale.

"god!! let it stop..i beg thee..Pleasseee..ohh...ppleleassesese!!"

her voice shook so hard, the words where weak at her lips, failing just past the cold mist that left her shivering lips as though she was naked, alone in the dead of winter, with the cold bites of the frozen wind. Blood was pooled around the wooden frame, and a knife was cluched in her hand, and red sore spots on her arms, though she tryed to cut herself to the bone, and she did, but to what use was that, when her own body healed her, traping the darkness, the pain, the fear, the hate within her body, haunting her mind, tormenting her soul. torchering her heart. She beged for tears, for blood, for a relise, only to be answered with a deathly laugh, that froze her bones within her small body.

"please..just let me die...plpleasss"

her eyes closed as her face rested on the icy glass of the window. There, from her exghastion, her fear, her starvation and her lack of blood, she faded into the calm darkness that wraped its lust driven arms around her soul pulling her back into her haunted mind.

slowly her hand sliped, and the knife fell from her blood stained fingers to splash into the pool of blood, that dried on the floor just below her body.

Fear swept not only though the trees like a wave of water, but swept though her heart and her mind like a dagger. Her eyes glanced up into the night skies, no stars, no moon, just a thick cloud of smoke that choked the life out of everything, even her. On the dark clouds that out darkened the night, was a glow of death, of rage and hate, of pain that shot through her heart, through her soul that cried in fear.

Her home was being attacked by something she alone could not destroy; She could hear the cries, the screams of the trees, as they burned alive. Along with the dieing breath of the tree nymphs, were the calls of the birds. Watching their world go up in smoke and flames, their homes, their families they couldn’t save.

As a flame on the winds, she ran home, to find it being eaten by fire, by a raging flame that licked slowly up the tree’s, slowly burning, slowly killing. She felt every ounce of pain, Her ears heard every scream, every cry, and every dieing breath of her loved ones. Tears stung at her cold winter kissed face as she moved from tree to tree to late to be saved. Screaming in fear, in pain, in death, all the sounds echoed in her mind as she grabbed her hair that was the same color of the killer that invaded her home, that was still killing everything she ever knew. Her chest heaved hard as she drew smoke felled air into her lungs. A sound, so new, so fresh and wild came from some where, she didn’t know, she didn’t care, She didn’t even realize it came from her, from her own lips, a scream that shook the world under her feet. Nor did she see the world come up to greet her body as she fell.

Seconds turned to days, Minutes turned to years of pain that swept though her life. Erasing everything she once new, everything that was solid was now being taken away, and there was nothing, nothing she could do to stop it. So slowly did she fall, Her fingers let lose her hair that was whipping now in the breath of the raging fire that longed for the taste of her skin.

She saw herself, through the melted snow that had already tasted the bitter sting of the flame. Her eyes where lost, large and confused. Her lips where parted. Her cheeks so pale the fire’s light danced endlessly off her flesh as the flame itself reached to touch her, to kiss her, To take her life, Feast on her soft tender flesh.

She new not where she was anymore, she new nothing but confusion. What was love, what was fear, what was want or need, what is real, what is not?

The cries died away so slowly before she felt what pain was once again. Her fingers griped the snow around the puddle that danced softly with each tear that rolled form her face. She didn’t hear the crack of the tree, nor the sound of the fire hissing in the wind as the burning tree that she had lived for so long in, came crashing down next to her, in a final defeat. As the large burning wood dropped into the snow, The cinders and the embers jumped onto its new prey, The young small girl that was froze with lose and fear, The pain of the burning embers flashed though her body as they kissed her face, her arms, her side, burning though her cloths though her skin.

She couldn’t cry out, she lost all thought that she even had a voice in tell the pain brought the hate that was now boiling in her heart, in her soul, Her very spirit was screaming in ferry that is was pushed up though her throat and pasted her lips. Then the world came back to her, the pain, the sounds of death, and the roar of rage that burned though the land. She jumped up, sweat rolled down her brow over her now flushing cheeks. No longer did the fire dance in her eyes, but her own inner fire blazed with hate, blazed with death of its own. From her toes came this cry, from her legs came her scream, and from her heart came her tears as she hollered.

Green danced with red and black. Green washed over the land like water. Hugging the flames without pain, without fear of death. But the need to take the life it seeked. Her eyes closed tightly as she felt every flame, within her own body. Tears of water mixed with tears of blood before her body once again dropped to the frozen earth.

Like a wave the energy reached out over all the fire, taking the fires’ last breath before not even the smoke could blind out the rising of the sun.

She opened her eyes to gaze into the morning’s sweet gentle kiss. So cool was the touch of the wind, but nothing took the sent of death from the air, the sent of fire, of cooked wood, burned creatures. Nothing to take away the thought, she was now alone, so alone, So helpless, Everything she ever held close to her was gone, she had nothing left anymore, nothing. No family, no friends, she had watched as they died. Not doing a thing, letting them die because she froze. It was all her fault. Everything will always be her fault from this day forward. She new that, she would only bring pain, and soon death to everything she will ever hold dear.

The young elf felt the air grow cold, as the clouds got darker. She closed her wild eyes as she heard the children of the village cry out and run for their homes from the darkness, like death on the winds. She saw it wasn’t just the children as she opened her blazing emerald eyes, but the grown men and women ran from the sight of the black clouds.

She jumped from the tree before dropping the books in the snow as her body moved with speed of life. Her feet barely touched the grounds as she made her swift way though the tangle of the thin and thick tree’s. Her toes stung from the snow just as the rain started to wash over the lands, wash over her body. She stopped her flight just at the top of a small hill with a few trees, and a lot of space where she can watch the raging passionate show of light, thunder and ran.

She smiled, the first real smile she had in ages. As the thunder danced over the ground, though her feet and up her legs, Her eyes flashed, Just as lightening kissed the skies. Here held more passion for her than anything the books, the lessons or the fights could ever hold. The dance of the rain and the wind that kissed her body, the thunder that sang the song of her heart-beating wild within her chest that heaved fast as the air was lost to her. The lightening reaching out with its long bright fingers for anything that could reach back. The clouds so dark it looked as if it came right from her dreams.

The world around her turned to an alien world as the rain lashed out like painful whips over her body. The pain was rich, the pain was real, and the pain was just what she longed for. The feeling of being so small, so helpless set her heart a blaze with life. The reason she fought so long to stay here, the wind, the rain, and the pain.

A blast of wind reached at her, pushing her back, the ribbon was torn from her hair letting her hair wave out like a wild fire over dry brush in the forests. Flowing with the wind, dancing with the rain that licked at her cheek, her neck, dripped down her arms, and her legs. The wind ripped at her clothes, at her hair. The flashing became more vivid, more brighter.

Her heartbeat sang as fast as the rain pounding on her flesh. A mixture of fear, pain, passion, and lust rose in her body. Her wet soft lips parted in a faint gasp that was lost in the roar of the rain, the hiss of the lightening, the cry of the howl of the wind, the beat of the thunder.

She felt so alive, it scared her. Yet she longed for it, and much more. She stood with her bared feet parted in the mud, Her arms at her sides, her face turned to the raging heavens. Her hair begging to fly with the wind over her face, across her cute button nose, dancing before her wild bright green eyes that flashed with each strike of the light that came closer to her small frame which was nothing, Nothing compared to the trees that cracked and sighed in the harsh winds.

The wind, soft and cool like an early morning shower of dew over the autumn forest, which held as the young woman's home, washed over her body like water of the rivers over the rocks, babbling and singing away with the spirits of water and wind dancing on the surface. The sprites and fairies danced within her hair as she spun around within the field of wheat and wild flowers that danced with her body, blowing in the wind showing who the master of all is. Emerald green within her eyes to show the signs of the deep part of her homeland. Trees as tall as mountains, savage and wild as her heart on a good day, warm as fire, cold as ice, unforgiving and reckless as her soul. Everything about the girl that danced to the song of the wind reflected the world of her return, her home, her heart; her life was within these trees of life, these trees of death.

Thunder rolled over the clouds that threaded to drown her world in rain, a smile as soft as cotton crossed her smooth lips as she ran to the Rock's. A large pile of rocks that stood right in the middle of the meadow. She climbed to the top just as the rain came down in sheets; wave after wave washed the sweat and pain, the blood and fear from her body. Taking away her worries, her sins, her hatred and washing into the mud. Raising her hands and spinning in the rain, letting the drops run over her small body, from her cheeks, down her neck, though her skin tight shirt, though her hair down her back, long her ass to her legs, Each drop made its own way down her body till there was nothing else but to go the way another just went. She was soaked, she was happy, for a while, nothing bothered her mind or her heart, for now she was free of worry and self doubt, of pain and fear, nothing crossed her heart, soul and mind but the touch of the next drop of cold water onto her body.