Battle cries were heard across the plain. The once green pastures of a land far away from Rhy'Din were now red with blood and fire. Sarah stood at the edge of the slowly dying battle, looking upon the bodies that lay on the ground. Her sword in her hand, tainted with crimson red. Her wings were spread, tail hovering waist high. She ignored the pain of a few gashes on her flesh. The wind whipped through her matted hair, the strands of it striking her face. Once violet eyes were now red, reflecting the hatred and pain in her heart. This is what has come of our Sarah. For years she had been kind, gentle and somewhat patient. At least, compared to what she had been, and is now. She was the only remaining being in the pasture now. The cries had quieted as the last of the humans died.

Sarah walked across the pasture, the fire that burnt the ground moving away from her as she passed. She looked upon the dead, stepping over them. A smirk upon her face, pleased with what she had done.

It had been a while since she had battled, and perhaps she underestimated her enemy. She felt a burning on her left shoulder. Her eyes looked down, and her own blood came trickling from an arrow wound. Hues looked up and found and elf standing on a boulder fifty yards away. He looked upon her in disgust for killing his people, his village. And for what? For her own pleasure? Disgusting. Perhaps thats what Sarah has finally become. Disgusting.

In a quick flash, she was behind the elven. Her sword stuck into his back. She sneered softly into his ear, speaking demonic. "And now you die, like you brothers..." She pulled the sword away from him, letting the elf's body drop to the ground.

"Pathetic."

Her hand moved to the arrow in her shoulder now, pulling it from her body and letting the blood flow even heavier now. She began her journey back to Rhy'Din. The deed was done, and she'd get her gold reward.