Alicen’s hands clenched into fists. “Who the hell do you think you are to say I had an easy life? You’re not the only one in this forsaken world who has a tragic back story. You think the angels like the fact that I exist? To them I’m a taint on their otherwise perfect bloodline. They ripped my fathers’ wings off and whipped him to death while my mother and I were forced to watch. Then they took my pregnant mother and ripped my unborn brother from her womb because they knew he was going to be a half-blood too. He was so tiny, three months from being born. Then they snapped my mothers’ neck and left her as food for the crows. I was only five at the time. I got off light, only a beating before Halt intervened. He took me on as his apprentice but like all the others in my life he too lost his life because of this accursed darkness. Open your eyes, I know more about the reality of the world than I would care to.” 

Anger coursed through her and suddenly a log taller than she was hurled through the air, crashing down right next to him. Her eyes widened and she stumbled back from him, face full of horror that she could have just hurt him badly.

She snatched her bow, cloak and quiver. She slung her cloak around her shoulders and told him in a tense voice that she was going to patrol and promptly disappeared into the forest without a sound. She moved quickly away from their camp sight. Once she was a good distance away she slumped against a tree and buried her face in her hands, desperately trying to reign in the power thrumming through her.