1 Prologue

Ceryll's feet pounded the ground as she ran from her village. "Seventy years, I lived with them, and now is when they try to kill me?!" The sound of an arrow wisping past her cheek forced her to focus on the path she was running which was seriously pissing her off.

What was the point of stars if they weren't going to light her way? It's not like the sky was dark, actually, it was quite bright, too bright in fact, but none of that light seemed to want to aide her escape. Again something flew past her face but this time it was a spear and it was so close that if she hadn't dodged, it would have torn off her cheek. Sadly, by dodging so quickly, her balance was thrown off and she tripped over a tree root. She hit the ground hard but bit her tongue to keep from screaming because she'd magically fallen just out of her pursuers' line of sight.

As she lay on the ground, the thumping of the villagers' feet sent vibrations through her while she watched their flaming torches rush passed the tall bushes she used for coverage. The sight was terrifying since any of them could have simply looked over and seen her but thankfully no one did allowing her to enter a dreamless sleep.