[KiteSong]

Cold swept over her. He was lying. He did know her. Anger roared in her mind louder than she could remember it ever having been. “Liar. You did know her. You watched her die. Her blood was on your hands. You killed her, and now act like you don’t remember? Riley told me everything…” Crow turned abruptly and began to walk away. “Fuck you,” She called back to him over her shoulder, “I meant what I said. You are going to suffer for what you’ve done.” Quickly she stepped into the spirit world. She wasn’t afraid of Riley anymore. If he killed her now, she’d welcome it.
Crow turned her attention to the energy she’d felt with Jaro when he first came to meet her. There it sat, leaning forward on the edge of a bed. A woman. Crow looked closer. It was the woman from the compound. This was it then. Jaro would pay in blood.
Crow remembered Riley telling her how her spells would work in the physical world from the spirit realm. How, with focus and a bit more energy, you could attack and stay hidden. This lesson was what she focused her attention on as Crow looked down upon the woman. Anger still burned in her veins, and without a sound Crow brought her flames to life in the physical world, watching with horrific satisfaction as the fire hit the woman in the back. She screamed.
The flames, blue and purple, swarmed her body in seconds, and Crow watched as the fire burnt away at the skin. Crow felt the woman’s energy shift as a spell was prepared, no doubt to protect herself, but Crow was a step ahead. Crow cast her drawing magic not a second after the fire hit, and with it she drained the woman of all her magic in seconds. It was a cruel trick. The magic Crow took went straight back in to feeding the fire that burnt her. The harder the woman tried to put out the flames the higher and hotter they burned. With no magic left, Crow began to pull off the woman’s life energy instead. Between the fire and the energy drain, Crow had no doubt the woman would burn to death or her heart would simply stop from exhaustion within the minute. ‘She deserves death.’ Crow thought bitterly, ‘For helping one like him, she needs to die!’
Suddenly a scene came before her, a group of people stood around a mound of earth. Crow looked on as Jaro, standing by a little girl, the girl she had attacked before, wept. This sight gave Crow great satisfaction until she noticed the animal standing at Jaro’s side. It looked to be a dog. A great white dog, with a black patch on its neck, but it was clearly a spirit. The animal, as if aware that it was being watched, turned its head and looked at her. The animals eyes brought her to a stop. Those were her brown eyes, and yet they weren’t. The sight caused Crow to cry out and drop both her spells. Tears filled her eyes as the scene faded away. The woman she had been attacking lay unconscious on the floor. Crow knew she was at deaths door, energy gone, body burnt black, but she could not finish her. Crow looked down at her hands and cursed aloud her own weakness. Then turning she did what she had always done. Crow ran.