"Ateznus," Catiel gasped, checking on him. "This... This doesn't look good." Seth's tail whipped out, slamming a Lost's skull against a tree when it tried to take advantage of the older elf's injuries. Before he could tell her to leave again, he felt something that he was not used to from the perpetually sad-eyed girl. He felt a glare on his back. "I am not leaving you alone with that kind of injury." Looking around, she saw a low branch. Remembering how in the story, dad had advised Ateznus to get on one for safety's sake, she allowed a slight grin. "I'll fill them with arrows from up there. Would that be safe enough for you?" She asked. Without waiting for his answer, she got on Seth's tail, and gave him the order to catapult her onto a branch. Catching it, she swung herself on top, her bow slung over her back before she got this far so that she could use both hands to get on the branch. "If a few accurate non-magical arrows won't work... What if I try turning them into pin-cushions with an enchantment on my arrows?" She muttered, drawing an arrow. The arrow began to glow, as she notched it and drew it back. Releasing the arrow, she watched as it flew and nailed a Lost in the chest, making it stumble back a few paces, a noticeable burn on its torso where the magic scorched it. "Yes!"
Before she could start notching another arrow however... Something she did not foresee happening... Happened. Namely, the branch choosing that time to snap off the tree, dumping her near the Lost... Which decided to all swarm her en-masse, with the exception of some Lost that were attacking Ateznus and the snakes still. Dazed, she barely managed to get back up on her feet when a Lost grabbed her roughly by the back of her tunic and tossed her into a tree. Wait... Since when did Lost use things that used more skill then blindly charging at someone? When her vision cleared, she saw a sight that would forever mark itself upon her mind. The rotting face of one of these physical ghosts, these poltergeists, staring balefully into her eye, before it grabbed her by the neck and lifted her overhead.
"C-Can't... Breath," she gasped, the monster somehow restraining itself to slowly choking the life out of her instead of just snapping her neck. "H-Help... S-Seth... M-Mother... Father..." She struggled for air. "Atez-... B-Brother," she could barely see now. Consciousness fading. "S-Someone... Help... I-I don't... I don't want to die... Someone... Anyone," she pleaded, tears starting to flow. She was afraid. So afraid her brain couldn't even process the fact that someone was closing in on her and the Lost. She could only think of one thing. One thing that continued to repeat. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to DIE. She DIDN'T want to die. She didn't WANT to die... SHE DIDN'T WANT TO DIE! And with that thought echoing in her skull, her eyes closed.