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It’s well into the night as she wakes. The stars visible through the round window. As she tries to sit up from the bed claws dig into her side. Looking back Caelum lays there asleep. An arm wrapped over her middle slightly holding onto her. Asleep, he was defenseless an easy target. Moving his arm from her she gets up and to the window. However she may hate it. Killing him now would do nothing for her. She was trapped unless he would let her out. By the window she checks her injuries, the creme and care he gave did seem to have helped dull the pain. Once she recovered fully she would escape. Tugging the bindings, there was no give. Breath. To escape what needs to happen. The bindings have to be gone, or I could not survive the wild without my powers. Navigate the city, the maze that this place is I would have to study before I can make a fast escape. Caelum, what about him. He has not hurt me yet. Wonder how long that will take. If all that dealt with where would I go. I have

CH 2 New home She was let go. As she was regaining her balance the guard had moved over wrapping something around her wrist. Oh, she knew what these bindings were. Glaring up at them both, nothing else she could do against them anymore. ‘You will be taking her home I assume sir?’ ‘Where else.’ His attention back to her. His stare never faltering in making her feel weak, as she was now. ‘I take you can follow along without causing trouble, or need I take other precautions as well?’ If looks could kill he’d be long dead on the floor. Best to keep it safe however. ‘No need.’ Still he took her arm and pulled her into motion as due he also wanted to leave the cell. The route was strange, having never been in a city she could not keep from looking around. However much she hated the situation she found herself in, choosing to obey Dan-Ga-Se for now. This was an actual city, the long streets, the size of all the buildings and mostly the number of people. Trying to orient how they

Looking up there was not much left. A small stone plaque some marks of old offerings. Taking the last steps to the small shrine. Standing there listening to the humming and tweeting of fliers. Taking in the serene nature. The bright and vibrant colour of trees and flowers. Closing her eye to just listen to the peace of the deep forest. Taking some breaths she eventually opens her eyes again. And for a second she is frozen. A shimmering shape looks at her from the deep forest behind the shrine. As she blinks its gone. ‘A spirit’ The singing broken she snaps out of the spell. It is now dead quiet. Right she came with a reason. Sitting down before the shrine she puts her offerings on the stone. The berries and roots she gathered earlier that day are laid out neatly before her. Bowing her head as she sounds her prayer. ‘Would any spirit eternal hear me and see my offerings as worthy.’ A short second she hesitates doubting what she would ask of them. ‘I wish not to seem