[Natsunaine]

It wasn't long after Melissa had spoken about spell and its history that Volke shot her down by telling her not to hope for change to the old ways. It made her heart heavy at first, but as the usual Melissa it didn't take long for her to change her attitude to a positive one.

"I would like to think that someday, Mages and Templars could maybe get along, I remember in the circle, that there were several groups of Templar who treated us well and loves us, as we loved them.. One of them was my father Olaf, but they are gone now I guess, Maybe your right.. Maybe we have no hope.."

A single tear dropped down her face onto the ground and it was then that made things apparent that Melissa wasn't changing emotions quickly.. No, She was masking the sad truth with playful lies, She was always sad, always scared and always alone.. Masking her feelings with false hope and happiness was the only thing that kept her sane.. Well.. As sane as Melissa could possible be..

She almost wanted to frown when Volke had informed her he had no intention of hunting her down, For some reason she found his company, As threatening and mean as he was, She found it, Comforting. Quickly the foxkin shook the thought from her mind and spouted off a quick remark, trying to mask the compliment within it. "Well, Since you are the best Templar around I guess I won't have to worry about getting caught, Considering the other options are meager at best."

A giggled escaped her throat after throwing out the smart mouth, As they stepped out into the open, Melissa dragging Volke behind her, there were Darkspawn as far as%e wasn't going to show it to Volke. Her arms became sweaty, and all she could do was pray to who ever she could that her father would save her.. Ya right...

Before she knew it they were by the dead bodies of the Fallen Templar and within a safe hiding distance from the Dark spawn horde, She decided that in order to save her magic, this would be a good time to drop the spell and so she did. "Well, Volke, It was nice meeting you.. Maybe we will meet up some day, Not as enemies but acquaintances"

The Foxkin smiled and turned around letting go of the others hands, Beginning to walk away, but only after a few steps she was stopped by the Templars voice. He had thrown to her a bag of gold, and made a witty remark towards her. It took all the effort in her body to resist from crying in tears of joy. She could finally have some food.. "Thank you Volke, This was so nice of you, I will repay you some day.."

Melissa bowed in appreciation, She bent over to the one Templar that had died from the arrow in his throat and pulled a small short sword from his waist. "Becareful, and don't let any mage kill you while you are a Templar, If anything that's my job." She giggled and without another word walked away disappearing in a near by forest patch.

A while had past, and over her shoulder she could no longer see the image of the Templar walking away towards who knows where, It was cold, the sun still deciding whether or not it wanted to set made Melissa think it was time to start building a fire. She wondered about the woods collecting fire wood and a place to sleep, A cry of despair left her lungs as she stumbled on a cave.. No, not just any cave, but the same cav20cave.. No, not just any cave, but the same cavtes of the squeal escaped her throat, A large group of Dark spawn head fled towards her direction spouting things in there language that didn't sound to helpful to the foxkin.. In panic the women ran, flailing through the forest like a lost child. Again, she prayed to her father, Hell, she even prayed to Volke, Hoping that something would come and help her...

As she approached a small embankment, the sound of a Familiar voice filled the air.. "Melissa, My child, I am here come to me take my hand.." Within seconds tears of joyed filled her eyes, She turned to see what in her mind was her Templar Father Olaf, Standing in The high Golden Templar armor that only the most respected Templars received, Little did the women know that, The man was a trick set in her mind by a fade demon, The demon had twisted her mind and her mind only to see what she wanted the most... Her father...

"Father, Is it really you? Daddy..?" Tears dropped heavily from her face, so much that she could have created a new river with them, She slowly walked closer and closer to the demon. As it coaxed her to come closer and closer. "Yes, My little Beautiful baby girl, It is me. Come, Come to my side, and I shall protect you forever more.."

Melissa's steps became lighter and faster, closer and closer she did come to the creature that had twisted her mind, She wanted desperately to be by her fathers side once more, She wanted to be back in the circle.. She wanted a safe and happy life..
Things quickly went from good to hideously bad as she reached arm length of the beast. It quickly grabbed her and slammed her into a tree.

"YOU MAGE CHILD! YOU WILL LET ME IN! OR I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND..." At first, the women was confused, I mean anyone in her situation would be, Though it didn't take her long to figure out that this was a trick induced by a demon from the fade, she cringed as it demanded to posses her in exchange for her life. Without thought without emotion the women quickly struck back with a line of rage.

"Listen to me and listen well, I will NEVER let one of you in, I would rather die, NO! scratch that I would rather be slain by a Templar where I stand than fall to your temptation's, So kill me, Kill me now where I stand, No one will miss me and, the dark spawn will have my body for fodder, What will that get you? NOTHING!"

Melissa struggle under the grip of the beast as she flailed and tried to kick the beast off of her, but to no avail, she couldn't. It wasn't long before she began gasping for air as the demon gripped its grimy claws around her neck squeezing for the intent to kill. "Fool... You will die here for your idiocy.."

With the last of her breathe, Melissa simply muttered the words. "Then so be it.." Her eyesight became black as she became closer and closer to death thoughts of disappointment and things she had yet to do filled her mind, and before to long the consciousness of the women slowly fadded under the grip of the demon.. Was this the end?