The rain rushed over her, clinging to the curves of her face and settling in the crevices of her scars. It should be cleaning away everything, but instead it was stripping every last bit of her to the bone. The water ripped at her happiness and love, pulling it painfully along as it made its descent to the ground. Even the lightening continued to bolt overhead, laughing at her. Yet, Elsa was not angry. Instead, a feeling reminiscent of thanksgiving crossed her mind. This rain was essentially giving her permission to lose it, and to fall to the whims of the most feral part of her mind. It even gave her the darkness to ferment in. There was little visibility, besides the flashing beast called electricity.

This is why she would have never seen the assassin in the shadows. Not to mention, his body was already hard to spot. Unlike he, Elsa was a freaking walking beacon with her white-ness and whatnot. So when he came running, she did not even see it coming. Rhoa hit like a truck. His body collided bony shoulder first into the soft flesh next to her wing, and right before her shoulder. With a gasp, she tried to inhale air as her knees locked. This little wannabe pinnacle was literally pushing her up and to the left with his weight. The earth beneath her squelched, and there was no traction for her to regain her footing on. She flings her head to the side, trying to discern who it was, when he suddenly clamped on the flesh near her cheek. It stung, like a giant wasp sting. Still gasping for the air that had been hit from her, Elsa turned away, hoping to rotate her butt to put Rhoa perpendicular to her hind legs. Pushing her weight down, Elsa tried to anchor her front feet into the ground as best as she could. With an airless cry, she lifted her hind legs and sent them flying towards this idiotic child. However, her weight slid forward, again forcing her to land her hooves into the sodden soil. Throwing her head back, she flipped the chunky forelock from her face and began to pivot on her hindquarters. If there was one thing she was somewhat thankful for, it was for the gift that her parents had given her. That just so happened to be the power of agility, a great gift if you knew how to use it. With all the running, moving, and fleeing Elsa had done, she was pretty damn sure she had that skill under pat. Her hooves dug deeper into the soil, creating lumpy globs of dirt around her, and then, when she believed she was facing Rhoa, burst forward. With her teeth gleaming in the light of the storm, Elsa reached forward for any part of Rhoa. Of course, she hoped he was still where he was when she kicked. If her kick had dazed him, she aimed to sink her teeth into the childish boy’s left shoulder.

With those quick movements, another roar of thunder blasted overhead. It echoed with a haunting melody through the old, decrepit trees of the forest. So this is what the Gods wanted all along wasn’t it? They just wanted to run her out of her home, and send her back here so she could be killed quietly, and without notice. The big fat “X” that they had painted on her ass seemed to be attracting more and more targets as her life wore on. Well, funny thing is, Elsa will not be defined by the fate a petty God sends upon her. She is a goddess, and she will destroy them all, and Hades himself, to live to fight another battle. Little naive Rhoa, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into.

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