The shadowy girl sat on the edge of the tower, her feet dangling off the edge as she watched the city square bustle below.
An hour ago she had everything. She had friends, a purpose, a reason to carry on.
An hour ago she was a Thorn.
An hour ago she was a Dark Ranger.
Now, she was nothing.
A tear, transparant and glowing ran down her ethreal cheek, her lower jaw trembling from the cold and fear. She had been given a choise. She tried to choose both.
She got neither. Resigned from the Dark Rangers, booted out the Thorns. Placing a hand to her chest, she still felt the knife going in, twisting... the fear, the grief..
Arli didn't say anything. She was sure he would... She had saved his life, all that time ago in Blackrock. He had followed her to outland, where she had prevented its destruction in an Insurance scam. But then it started to go wrong.
Arli was caught in a scandal, named unworthy to mentor Thorns, and she had been moved to Orthos. Cruel, uncaring. She had been tossed aside for The mistress' daughter of all people...
And then when she refused to leave her Lady's side she was cast out. unable to bear it she had Asked Her Lady personally if she could take a leave of Absence.
The Small, transparant girl sniffed, her eyes full of tears, unable to hold it all together. Hilled by someone she'd entrusted her life to. Betrayed. Murdered. And then he stole the one thing that ment most to her in the world, the spyglass. Placing her head in her arms, she burst into full out tears, her breathing irregular and painfull. She couldn't even return to the body, not untill the Fatal wound had been closed.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
The Girl nodded quietly, as the Second banshee sat down on the ledge next to her, placing her arm around her and hugging her Tight.
"Don't worry Lem. Cleas here."