[h1][center][b]Tayla[/b][/center][/h1]
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Tayla hit the ground and felt sharp pain the pierce her left shoulder causing her to gasp and cough out the tufts of cotton. Tayla grit her teeth to the pain discreetly reaching for a new cotton tuft with her right hand. Her mouth was a touch dry from the use of her magic. [color=6ecff6]"It's over."[/color] The white haired bitch said. Tayla felt a rise of panic. [color=6ecff6]"You fought well, you have something that trained soldiers took a lot to learn. Adaptability, improvisation and an exceptional combat sense. If you weren't a cultist, I wouldn't think twice in recruiting you."[/color] 

Tayla looked at the white haired woman and saw death. Suddenly she wasn't Tayla anymore. At least not the Tayla she led everyone to believe she was. Instead, she was that 15 year old girl again. Her father banging against the door, yelling her name. Threatening her. Slurring his words. She was all alone. Scared for her life, huddled in a corner. Hiding in plain sight. The door wouldn't stop him. Doors never stopped him.

[i][b]No... No, please...[/b][/i] The panicked thought raced through her head as she felt the fear for the first time in many years. 

Tayla's eyes widened in terror as the killing blow rushed towards her. But... the blow never came. Smit had jumped in, throwing a rock in the woman's direction. It grazed the her head, stunning her.

"Tayla!" Smit yelled at her. "Move!"

Tayla didn't hear him. She was frozen to the spot. There was no hiding! There was no running! 

"Tayla! She'll kill you!" Smit yelled again. 

[i][b]NO![/b][/i] Tayla got up and ran, her left arm hanging stiffly beside her. She reached the roof's edge and jumped, popping the cotton tuft into her mouth. The tuft tasted of lemon. Sour. 

As Tayla fell towards the ground, she used her magic to decrease the momentum of her clothes, slowing her fall to a safe speed. Tayla hit the ground and continued to run.

[b]"That bitch..."[/b] She said softly as tears began streaming down her face. More than just her shoulder had been wounded. Her pride had taken a vital blow as well. [b]"That damn bitch..."[/b]

Tayla ran till she no longer knew where she was going, only stopping after upon reaching a dead end of an alleyway. There she collapsed and curled into a ball. Shivering despite the warm summer day. 

As the day wore on, the fear eventually faded. In it's place, a flame burn coldly... A flame of pure rage...