Elora walked slowly in the forest with her shoulders slumped. She hated the disasters, but for the first time since she'd known, the family was finally coming together. Why then should it be at a time like this that bad things are quietly creeping? This was supposed to be those happy moments, where she could finally be at ease, where all the Elders now understood everyone's actions, but no. The devil always tries to take those moments away.
She walked out of the forest and stepped onto the shore. She looked at the building that towered high afar off and moved her eyes to see the lone figure that sat at the foot of the waters.
"That psycho," she muttered sadly and walked towards him.
Damien turned his eyes to see her standing just several feet away and the next thing he knew, she was walking very fast towards him with her fists hardened. The moment she got to him, she landed a hard blow across his face and he hit the ground with a groan.
