The pain Ruinil was experiencing was indescribable. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she cried silently, trying to make as little noise as possible. However, this proved to be a most difficult task. She coughed wildly, spitting up blood, only to contribute to the small puddle of crimson snow that surrounded her. The arrow had to be removed. Her left hand grabbed firmly onto the arrow and her right hand was held over her mouth. With a few firm tugs, Ruinil managed to remove the arrow. She pressed her right hand firmly against her mouth, practically smothering herself, so that no screams could escape her lips. Once the original pain had subsided, she removed her hand. Tears of pain flowed heavily and her breathing was heavy. She tightened her grip on the arrow as gaze was held on the weapon that had punctured her shoulder. Her vision blurred as blood flowed heavily from her injury, turning the snow around her turning from the purest of white to the deepest of crimson.

In the distance Ruinil could hear the crunching of snow and snapping of twigs and branches, closing in on her location. "Eru edraith nin...!" ([i]"Gods save me..!"[/i]) she whispered quietly. She lay close and flat to the ground, in a pool of her own blood, and closed her eyes tightly, her grip clenched tightly on the arrow. She silently prayed for the newcomer to pass by her hiding place.