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Yumiko sat back on her haunches, utterly defeated. Why were Elves so awful? Why so horrible to her kind?

Why had they killed her?

Heat rose up into her neck. Yumiko could feel something strong boiling inside her that she hadn't felt in years. It was familiar and deep. Her power had been locked away, hidden by the shadow of Chouko's death, that she'd completely forgotten what it felt like. The heat seemed to pour out of her fingers and toes and her eyes glimmered. She stood up, tears starting to fall over her eyelashes. Little drops of sunlight dipping on the stone that had encased poor Teryl.

"Please," she whispered, her voice echoes of the trees and flowers, "please, Elf, let me try." But it had been so long. Yumiko knew the only reason this was happening was the anger, the sorrow, and the hopelessness building inside her. The light within her couldn't be stopped nor controlled. She needed help, but she didn't know from where. Would anyone be hurt? What did her power, at this kind of potential, hold? The light kept dripping out of her eyes, off her fingernails and trickled down her body pooling onto the ground. It was all glitter and gold as it snake and slithered toward Teryl.

"I can't..." She gasped as she fell to her knees. "I don't think I..." Her words never finished as she fell forward onto the statue. It was like watching something filled with gold water be thrown upon a wall. Yumiko disappeared in a current of sunlight that fell onto Teryl and the Elf trying to pull him away. It was warm and sizzled across the stone that was stained with tears from both the Faerie and the Elf.