Madness. Insanity. Chaos. Those and many other words came to Taraah when she ran out after the scream, ignoring the protests of the innkeep. First she thought they found her. She was ready to flee the village. But then as she turned a corner, she came almost face to face with it. A creature of pure darkness, evil magic radiating from it. She has never seen anything so twisted, even when one of her own spells went wrong. The firestorm tornado she unleashed on a forest once and burned a few hectars to a crisp. That happened when she was angry, or scared. These things, the spells woven around them were purposefully thought out. The evil involved here was en exact science. Carefully, correctly [i]wrong[/i].

The creature shifted it's gaze to her. The white orbs would have freaked just about anyone else, but it would take much more to scare her. Not so much the Innkeep that followed her, his curiosity getting the better of him. All of a sudden, the ghoul finally figured out it was supposed to attack. Leaping at her, Taraah's heart worked before her mind did. Swinging her arm forward, she stopped the ghoul's charge with but a palm. Then, the black skin of the foul creature started cracking, fire leaking from it's core, before it went up completely ablaze and turned into a small heap of ash.

"You were a magi all this time?" her former employer said. She knew she wouldn't be able to hide here anymore. "What... what happened to your eyes?" the man asked, suddenly looking at her. Fortune smiled at her though, as much as another ghoul approaching could be considered fortunate. "Run!" she shouted, pointing at the direction. The older man spared a half a second glance in the direction before making a surprisingly fast retreat to the inn's basement. She hid behind a crate, avoiding the other ghoul. In doing so, Taraah caught a glimpse of herself in the puddle that has been left there from yesterday's shower. She cursed silently. Her mood was breaking her spell and her pupils changed back to the slits of a dragon. She had to run.

Charging away, she tried to stick to cover to avoid both the ghouls and the humans. But the farther she got and more screams she heard, the more she wavered. These people helped her when she was in need. She was in their debt. And the screaming and cries for help coming from everywhere around she just couldn't ignore. And when she saw a child younger than what she made herself appear to be running back towards the village to help with apparently nothing but her pink dress to aid, she stopped cold in her tracks. She had to help too. Because she [i]could[/i].