"I Ask For Your Protection"
(Scene written by me, 2 years old, taken from another RP)
Zyria's heart was pounding in fury with each running step. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Her chest was tightening from exhaustion, and her legs were beginning to shake. The sound of horses following behind her was the only thing pushing her forward. I can't be caught, not now, she thought, her near black eyes darting left and right for some sort of escape. Custodes, rogo vos protegant. Hearing her thoughts, the Spirits Zyria had served all her life began whispering sweetly in her ears. Her body was feeling lighter, less strained, and her footfalls were coming faster now, even as the knights behind her continued to make chase. A swing from one of their swords sent her hurling around the nearest corner. Their horses were racing on, the turn so sudden, the knights had no choice but to pull them into a halt. Taking notice of this small window, Zyria kept running, the end of the alley way becoming her hope for escape. The village square was not far now, and it would be easier to lose them from there. With a heaving chest and sweat racing down her neck, she was almost there.
"GOTCHA!" Loud screams erupted from her as she was suddenly cut off by a knight in pursuit. The armed guard grabbed her by the hair and flung her to the ground. Zyria turned over, her eyes surprised and ready. The sight of his sword coming towards her gave her little time to think. Immediately, she held her hand up in defense, and a burst of hair emitted from her palm. It sent the knight flying backwards, but more of them were well on their way. She staggered to her feet, ready to run, but a stone wall blocked any further path. The raven haired woman was trapped, and exhausted. With reluctance, she turned to the armored men who were now surrounding her. "Stay away from me," she spoke firmly, earning dark chuckles from the surrounding enemies. She reached her hand out, and the ground underneath them began to rumble. The men's eyes filled with a small hint of fear, but before she could do much, Zyria felt her powers fading. Her body collapsed against the wall; she too tired, too weak. The knights saw their advantage, coming towards her slowly.
"Custodes, rogo vos protegant," she whispered, praying hard that somehow, her Spirits would keep her from harm. That's when she saw them, two blades, one ablaze in flames, the other emitting blue smoke. Holding them, a man whose eyes were as cold as the artic. He came running towards them, and for the briefest of moments, Zyria wondered if he was possessed by one of her guardians. She had no time to ask questions, for a night had come all too close. Her dark eyes slowly grew pale, the orbs now a sparkling white. She held out her hand, and a flame consumed it.