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Two were bled. Separated from one another and buried in the dark bedding of the forest, masked by the daunting fog that grappled with the trees, bringing on the nastiest web of blindness and confusion for men. I sat, crouched on this man's corpse, still warm with blood and life, which was now all-but escaping the vessel, awaiting the last six to approach me. I could feel the anger in the camp between Abigail and the stranger -- something about the new girl seemed ever-so familiar, but in the same tense, she'd released a man meant to do her harm. What was she thinking? What would become of him?

The shouting and discussion of the approaching individuals was that of fear. Talk of ghosts, spirits, and karma getting the best of them. Traps set by goblins, aimed to behead them and serve their brains on silver platters taken from the treasuries in the camp. Their lungs beat like day-ridden horses. Their blood coursed through tightly wound veins as an avalanche of mountain water through narrow spring passes. They were petrified, and none-more than Edward. His thoughts gave way to the fear of his step-daughter finally snapping. Seeing vengeance for all the wrongs that he'd committed against her and her family. Little did he know that she would be the least of his worries.

Feel out the essence within - it is of the Astral plane. It is mental focus. It is within you and you will wield it like a stolen blade and destroy those who wrong us...

Narrowed lids closed away ruby eyes from sight, as I smiled and smirked to myself, using my mind instead of my eyes to take full advantage of my power and this moment. Human's rely too much on sight -- something that can fail them within moments of the right [or wrong] circumstance. The fog clouded mortal sight and when my eyes rested at last, I found the most beautiful display I'd ever witnessed before in my life. Life abundance is what I could see, but outlined by the aura that it possessed. Trees and vegetation were varying shocks of green, lifting all around me and pinged beneath my feet. As if I was standing in a clouded world, anything and everything within what felt like a hundred meters was known. The men were shades of red, varying on their intentions, surrounded by hazes of various hue, depicting their mental health at the moment ... which was more yellow than any other shade.

I felt the warmth of energy coating my youthful frame and with their final steps, the energy within me resonated like a bell, and exploded outwards in a cataclysmic wave. The heat waves rolled off of gaunt, pale shoulders and only seemed to feed my enraged status. Without warning, the wave rocked the men like a typhoon in the darkness; swept from their feet and battered against trees and one another, the group was scattered and separated. In the chaos, screams could be heard along with their cries of help and dazed senses. One of them had stumbled upon another friend who was now lifeless and impaled on a broken tree branch. His spine severed and body hanging limply from the nub which stretched out like the reaper's arm from the trunk of a thick oak. Poltergeists, they cried.

They fled for the village -- or at least three of them did. Two ran deeper into the forest, separating the group once again. Edward moved with the group in the right, the smarter of the crew heading back for the cove. The other two, I hunted.

And then there were five.