Vermilion's red eyes flashed briefly as she looked at Akalamora. Blinking slowly, she transformed into a glossy black raven in a flutter of feathers and flew away into the sky.
Leaving the injured girl bleeding and bruised, Vermilion felt no remorse about mistaking her for a part of the Order. It was every man for himself, or rather, every woman for herself in their case. Shrieking to the misty clouds, Vermilion glided away, eyeing the ground from an aerial view.
Vermilion soared over the town gates easily as a bird, and eyed a boy holding a very small torch. Aiming a beady black eye at him, Vermilion landed on the wall surrounding the town.
Vermilion left her precarious perch on the town walls and flitted to a tree outside the walls. Making sure no one saw, Vermilion shifted back into her human form, swinging from the tree branch. She dropped lightly to the ground and jogged away silently, shrouded in darkness.
Gasping, Akalamora felt the blood seep out of her body. She knew that she might bleed to death, but her elemental powers could not patch up her serious wounds. Her only chance of survival would be to go to the town, hoping they did not discover her, and convince a healer to patch up her injuries.
A long gash covered most of her left leg, and her right shoulder was dislocated, possibly even broken. Blood covered her head from a deep cut near her right temple. She had sprained her left ankle, and on top of the hideous wound on the leg, she could barely move her left leg.
Akalamora willed the earth to shift and move, carrying her by pushing her, almost, toward the town.
When she got close enough to see the town gates, she paused. Struggling to stand up, she ended her control over the earth so she would not be discovered. Limping forward painfully slow, Akalamora could no longer walk without feeling the need to pass out. Agony lancing through her entire body informed her of a long slash on her back that she had not realized had been there until she got to her feet.
Collapsing right before the town gates, Akalamora passed out, her breathing ragged and shallow.
The last thing she remembered was a cloaked figure transforming in a fearsome wolf-like creature and terrified people in a caravan. She also saw blue eyes of a boy trailing after the cloaked figure.
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