Xalea

Xalea was kneeling in the meadow, her face scattered with blood, her eyes blinded by tears, and blood running down her sword arm from the blood soaked bandage. She looked up to the blue cloudless sky, and smeared the blood with her hand, as she tried to wipe the tears away. Hearing a sound from behind her, she spanned around, switching knees, gripped her sword, and looked toward the way she enter the meadow. "How did they track me so fast" thinking she been followed, but only to see a doe and her fawn jumping out from the forest. Sighing and releasing her grip as her side filled with pain, "Two broken ribs," saying as she felt of her left side, "I need to sleep." Pushing off the ground with the help of her right fist, and then using her sword for more leverage, she stood up. She looked over the flower-covered meadow to her favorite spot. Using her sword as a walking stick, she limped to the tree she planted a thousand years ago. The tree, and possibly her only friend left, looked over the valley from a cliff. When she reached it, she fell to her knees, put her back to the tree, and looked over the valley. With the last of her power, she summoned hawk vision. She could barely see the rising smoke from her destroy home. Xalea crossed her legs, laying the sword, her across her knees, with its handle in her left hand, its blade in the palm of her right hand, and left both hands open. She closed her eyes, her heart slowed, and then coming to a stop a few minutes later.

Eighteen hours had passed when Xalea gasp for new air, as her heart restarted. Remaining motionless, she opened her eyes to a dark unfocused world. Her body awoke slowing as her body warm form the blood traveling through it. As her eyes refocused to the early morning star filled sky. She reached over, with her right hand, to her left arm and removed the blood-crusted bandage. The mortal injuring had healed.
Xalea closed her left hand, around the sword's handle, and twisted as the memories from the last day came back to her. Xalea took her sword and stabbing the ground, and pushed herself up from the ground, and look pass the valley toward her home, "You will pay until time itself stops, for I am Xalea, an immoral of the Starhawk Clan.