Aurora bushed some leaves from her hair, sighing as she picked herself up from the ground once more. Ever since she had left Hale's cottage, the fairy had been struggling to get through the Deathwood. Even after the applications of healing magic on her wounded body, the injuries from the wraith still affected her person. The numbness of the left wing has caused her multiple instances of crashing into scenery, her body not notifying whether or not it was still in motion or not. She was usually much happier when she flew, but this inconvenience was making it real hard to find any enjoyment in flight.

She took off for the umpteenth time that day, floating off the ground and moving forward at a slightly starboard manner. Aurora course corrected herself, and kept her focus on the task of getting through the woods. It was starting to become more familiar to her, sighting some of the trees that she had cut in her chase of Basil. Inevitability caused her to reach the clearing where the battle from days before took place, markings of the lightning and fire used on that day still apparent on the ground. The fairy raised an eyebrow when she noticed a sort of book on the ground near the edge of the clearing, picking it up and looking over the cover. Who would leave a grimore on the ground in the middle of the woods?

A rustling sound alerted the brunette of the approach of presences to the clearing, the muffled sound of metal on thicket reaching her ears. Great, a heavily armored soldier, and she was still considered to be in Dark territory. Crap. She tried to fly from the area as fast as she could, but her wings took this moment, as it had many times earlier today, to not respond to her commands, sending her straight into a tree instead of around it. As she fell to the ground, landing on her back, Aurora saw two familiar figures come through the thicket. The general fron the invasion, and the witch from that day. Double crap. 
[@Polaris North][@Narcotic Dollie]