The forest was cold, dark and unfamiliar to its latest outcast. The wind whipped through the night sky and across Heithar’s face like slithers of ice striking a windowpane in a violent winter storm. She crouched under a tall magnolia and reflected on her loss. Under normal circumstances she would welcome the night, but tonight she loathed the existence of the sprite and her new found power. Her defeat burned bitterly in her mind as the wind howled around her. She could not fathom how a creature with no “real” power could have defeated her. She had been alive before that youngling was even conceived and yet she succumbed to this woodland creature and her strength alone. Now she was an outcast and fan in fear. She had been a great sorceress and trickster. She had tortured kings and their families and revelled in the fact that no one could control her evil. But now she was forced to realize that even she had enemies and that those enemies would do whatever they could to strike out and gain the courage necessary to vanquish her.
As she sat cloaked in darkness as if she were cut from the night a wolf howled in the distance. She stared into the pitch with only the high full moon as her guide. She could see the shark tooth mountains up ahead. They were so named because of their eerie appearance to the teeth in a great white’s mouth. But they were also a landmark. There was a township on the other side of those mountains. This is where she would recuperate until the next meeting with the creature she still deemed inferior to her power. She would return when the time was right and new spells conjured so that she could defeat the simple wood sprite. And this time she would not underestimate the sprite’s courage and internal strength. The next time there would be no defeat, only death.
For now she focused on the rest she most desperately needed. She had exhausted too much power and the need to sleep to beginning to cloak her as the darkness. She slowly closed her leathery eyelids and listened to all the night creatures as they went about their nightly chores. The township was at least three days by foot. She would hide during the day as her appearance would give knowledge to her being alive. For now she didn’t want anyone to know that she had survived. Her disappearance would be her ally and alibi. But for now, she would rest and in the morning she would move to find shelter before her trip.