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Jenna

"Always expect less then you've asked for unless you do it yourself."

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a character in “Sabbaths of the Ancients”, as played by TemplarWarden

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Jenna Sierra



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Role: Eldest Solstice Sibling

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Personality: Jenna has always had little time for people. Even as a child she kept to herself, spending more time alone then with the few children around. She learned to become independent early on. As her parent's eldest child she had to help her family support themselves. As she grew the share of the work became larger, neither did she mind. With her young brother her parents had even more to care for and more often then not she was left alone. The middle part of her life she spent much of her spare time travelling outside the bounds of the Ley. Learning what she could about the wild on her own. Despite her coldness she is very practical and resourceful, but only on her own. In a way she is uncaring, not willing to share her knowledge and time with others. The only people she cares for are her family and sometimes she does not get along with them very well. Specially her brother, while she cares for him far more then anyone would ever guess. Joseph's attention to her more often then not prevents her from the solitude she prefers. From time to time she does lighten up, on rare occasion spending quality time with him. Yet she has not given into his playful nature since her youth.

She enjoys solitude and more so in the cold, when most people would look for company and warmth. With unusual routine she is more active in the evening, after the sun sets. Most others rise with the sun would retire to their homes with its set. Rain, sleet and snow are trials the villager have to last through but Jenna seems to enjoy such bad weather. It is the only time she is seen smiling, a rare sight. Yet she is not immune to the weather and her habits have gotten her sick more then once. Yet so only takes little precautions and continues, as independent as ever. As a farm girl she enjoys tending crops and, like her brother, adores animals. She often finds them better company then people. As pragmatic as she is she has no qualms about eating meat or even euthanasia should the animal be suffering, old or simply unproductive.

Appearance:
Jenna is almost awkwardly tall and slender, almost as tall as some men at just under 5'10" but with little bulk to compare. So she was certainly not a delicate young lady and not shapely by stretch. Growing up in the country does not make things easier to women and girls. Her auburn hair is short, coarse and wild. Her clothing, while she still wears dresses, is practical and well worn. She has a little jewelry, mostly wood carvings she has made herself. With pale skin that has browned in the sun and little smooth flesh on her body. Her sharp features and sunken blue eyes are unfriendly if slightly exotic. Often her lips are dry and cracked from wind the cold and set in a disapproving frown.

Magical Abilities:
Jenna's abilities are entirely mental, only limited by her focus and mental state. The more she extends herself the harder it is for her to concentrate. A uncomfortable situation that mean she was always cautious about practicing, ensuring she was far from discovery. She is most adept at her manipulation of water as a liquid. Able to control medium bodies, such as a barrel or large puddle. With larger still bodies she can alter the surface yet it is difficult to counter the water's natural tendencies. She can snap freeze small amounts of water and slowly cool anything larger. The same is true of the transition from liquid into gas. With both techniques there will be a corresponding temperature change but not as extreme as the natural requirements. It gets more difficult as she works against nature. Flowing water is far harder to control then individual droplets and masses. The range of her abilities is certainly not as limited, it is possible for her to extend her power as far as she can see and even beyond. She doesn't require to necessarily she the effect she is causing. Of course such vague control can be problematic and is best keep to simple actions.

Also, being in water has the ability to invigorate Jenna in the same way as adrenaline or endorphins. The greater the contact the greater the sensation.

Weapon: N/A

History: Born at midnight on the longest night of the year Jenna was always marked as child of the Sabbaths. Her parents didn't really understand the significance of what that meant other then the church would be bad if it was discovered. So they claimed she was born after midnight and Jenna grew up believing this until the birth of her brother in the same situation. As a four year old she didn't really understand the situation but kept the secret regardless, learning more of the importance as she matured. Her family was a simple one, as all of those living in Ley. They had a small crop field and a few livestock but mostly they were living from hand to mouth. Any money they had was seasonal and was spend on necessities.
Jenna was an odd child, not loud, boisterous or openly rebellious but still could be labeled as a 'wild child'. She was individual, wandering off from a very young age and often causing her parents more then a little fright. She spend her time out in the fields when she was supposed to and beyond them otherwise. Many a day she would return home drenched, muddied, scratched and/or grazed adequately.

As a sister she spend a lot of time of her younger years with her brother. Eventually as he grew she returned to her old ways. It was obvious that they were more discrepancies between them than similarities. However, she has managed to show the boy many of her explorations on the promise that he did not tell anyone. To this day she doesn't really know if he has and no longer minds. As a young lady she has plenty to do and less time for he wanderings, although every now and then she takes advantage of the free time.

So begins...

Jenna's Story

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Joseph was in the farm with the family cows, doing his chores as usual, "Why is this sooo boring." He thought to himself as he was finishing milking the last one. "Alright, just need to bring it back to the home and I am done." He said happily as he picked up the bucket, it only somewhat heavy, but he carried it with both hands just because themotion of moving making it unstable, so it could spill. A lesson he learned the hard way.

He was coming into view of the farm when he noticed some men coming to the house. They looked like priest, but scarier. They had weapons, which made him nervous. He had to pass them in order to get to the house, but before he could, one of them stepped in front of him, "Joseph Seirra, you need to come with us."ow he was scared, "I can't sorry, they need this milk." He said and started walking, but then one of the men kicked the bucket out of his hands, making some of it spalsh on him, "We know what you are, monster. It is time for you to die." He said and grabbed one of his arms.

Joseph managed to struggle his way out of his grasp, and was sent into fear when he said he was going to be killed. He started to run, but could hear them behind him. He was getting closer to his home, but before he could, one of the men, on horseback, came in front of him, bearing his sword. That made him freak out, and then fire started in front of Joseph. It was a flash, and standing there was the wolf-life bundle of fire he knew. It lunged at the man, and burnt him to death. Joseph, after seeing this, started to run when the wolf turned to the other men and started to charge.

Once he made it to their home, he started calling out, "JENNA!? JENNA, WHERE ARE YOU?" He cried out, he didn't like to show sadness, but whenever he was scared, his sister could always find a way to make it better. Just then the men came back, all burnt up and then chopped off his head.

Joseph woke up startled and cover in sweat. He was completely scared by that dream, the thought of him being found out as having his power could be bad. He had heard that the church killed people who were born on the days he and his sister were born on. He walked from his bed to the outside, and it was raining. He didn't mind, he just didn't want to fall back into that dream again.

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The rain had plastered strings of hair against Jenna's forehead and temples. Dripping down the tanned skin, if there was light the light on the water would emphasis her already defined features. Thin lips stretched in a half smile as the young woman enjoyed the scent of the damp air and the touch of the cool liquid. It was not too cold on her flesh, tamed to cope with the weather. So she stood alone, somewhat comfortably, enjoying one of nature's common phenomena. The crash of thunder every now and then did disturb her slightly. It wasn't wet, cool and comforting like the rain and the snow. She had heard stories of thunder and lightning from some more learned people. It was said that the lightning burnt where it struck, charring and frying its target in a split moment. So she was thankful the heavy dark storm clouds filling the sky were not sentient and malevolent. Each boom caused a little shiver up her spine, as if due to the cold which she felt slightly beneath her dress and heavier cloak keeping her from endangering her health. As a child she had never taken the precautions and had to tough through a few fevers and colds. She had learned to take care of herself better when both she and her brother happened to fall ill at the same time, leaving her parents alone to work for the few days. It had stressed them and for their sake Jenna restricted her time in the precipitation and took care to avoid suffering from soaked clothing.

The lands around her view point could not be described as attractive. It was beyond the edge of the village, away from the people and wild. There wouldn't be much to see even without the pervasive darkness lit only by the occasional flash. It played hell with one's night vision, yet another reason Jenna did not plan to remain outside for too much longer. She was comfortable enough in the dark, in the solitude it offered but there was always the threat of the unknown, small as it was. It was the unknown that stumbled upon her and not in a typical form. Through the overwhelming sound of rain on the wet marsh she heard voices, distant but not particularly sedate. It came from the direction of the village. The words were indistinguishable and Jenna could hardly care less about the speaker. Yet here, alone in the dark and beyond the confines of the bundle of shacks and homes, she felt the tinge of curiosity coloring her thoughts. She started out from where she stood towards the noise. It was a little walk, the mud pulling at her heavy boots and leaving deep trails in her wake. She cut across the rougher ground directly for the much more secure path and continued along the packed dirt towards what could be called the edge of the scatter houses that formed the village.

Being on the path led her past another slowly trudging away from away from Ley's outskirts. The disturbance from earlier had quietened and she stopped to watch this person walking away from the best shelter there was for a least a few days walk. Curiosity was not flecked with concern. Jenna had always been individual yet when things had gone badly her family was always there to care for her. More often then not when she became sick due to the weather and cold. So seeing someone alone in these conditions, not seeking immediate shelter was a certain cause for alarm. Still she stood, watching the vague silhouette as moved away at an angle to her. A timely flash of lightning illuminated the scene and thought it was difficult to tell the young man was certainly not from the village and he seemed completely soaked to the bone. Cautiously Jenna was goaded on, she took slow tentative steps in his direction. When he was within a moderate distance she called to him. Her voice was firm but quiet, hardly carrying through the rain.
"Umm... Excuse me. You shouldn't be travelling in this weather. There should be someplace to stay in the village." Somewhat nervous she stammered the words, feeling a little bit awkward. In a way she might be glad if the offer was rejected but that was foolishness, as much as staying out in the rain was foolishness.

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Aeris's joyful laughs were a bit hard to hear from the pouring rain, but what did she care? She had won a race, for Ik'Ra's sake! The girl danced around playfully in happiness, her exhaustion and weariness having been temporarily forgotten. The mud splashed around and grass stained her boots, but Aeris could only focus on her victory and the boy who stood before her. She slowed her dancing to take a look at the boy, who to her surprise seemed to be the same age as she was. He looked to her like he was enjoying himself as well, or that was what she believed as she made out the small curve at the corner's of his mouth. But her assumption quickly dissolved when the look on the boy's face was one of unhappiness.

The other youth that the boy was carrying on his back awoke and slipped off of his back. Aeris watched blankly until she started forward in a sad attempt to catch the two, despite the fact that they were far from catching distance. They joy had visibly left Aeris's features and were replaced with a look of concern and curiosity. The lad with the horrible gash on his forehead, she noticed, uttered words before trudging away. Aeris raised her hand as if to call him back, but pulled it back after she thought about it. It was there when Aeris had snapped back to reality. He had to get away. From whom? From where? Her mind had begun to work as questions piled after one another, searching for answers. Who was chasing him? Why is he injured? Does this relate to the three corpses?

A howl was heard. And Aeris jumped to the phrase of farewell that was spoken to her. She whipped her head to the boy with the unruly hair who had begun to walk away, more inquiries filling her brain. What does he have to do with this. Where did he come from? Why is he in the rain? What is he doing at this hour? Why's and what's and how's and where's were stockpiling and were ready to burst. Her mind was fixated only on the boy that she hadn't noticed that another woman had spoken to them,

Needing to satisfy her curiosity, and fill in the loneliness in her, Aeris followed right behind the young man. "Wait! She called, almost seeming desperate. "Where are you from? What are you doing here? Are you alone?" Aeris asked question after question all the while right behind him. "Do you know him? Is he a friend? An enemy? Did you hurt him?" Aeris's pace quickened during the interrogation, gradually closing up the distance between the two. "Do you know who hurt him? Why did you help him? Are you a villager here?" Aeris finally caught up the the boy and swung in front of him, moving around so then he may not pass her. "Who are you?" Her face was not one of suspicion, but pure curiosity, and maybe a twinge of despair.

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Florian hadn’t tasted more than five breaths of solitary calm before a clear voice pierced his peace. He did not wait when implored to, convinced the girl couldn’t be addressing him. A flurry of questions promptly bombarded this conviction into surrender. Only when she blocked his passage did he cease trudging through the soggy grassland. Florian considered dodging past her sides, but discarded the idea immediately. She’d likely consider it a challenge.

“Who are you?”

Tearing his gaze from the ground, Florian dared meet the girl’s eyes. There was desperation in those shocking azure-blue waters. Did they hold hidden depths, or was he looking at honesty so pure it reflected his own?

“F-Florian,” he answered her last question, startled into honesty. His voice trembled. He feared the girl in front of him, and he feared for her. The girl spoke so openly, inquired with such innocence. She belonged in a warm, loving family, not out in the rain with the likes of him.

“I-I’m sorry milady, I can’t answer your questions. Please, seek shelter in the village.” It was the first time in a month he’d spoken more than five words in a row. Florian passed the girl by, praying she would not follow. When he looked over his shoulder and she stood still as if rooted to the ground, he couldn’t help but wonder what deity had heard the prayer of a demon.

The wind whipped at Florian’s hair as he pressed onward through the fields. The rain came down endlessly, but all he felt was the disappearing sensation of pursuit. Would the hunters lose his trail in a storm of this magnitude? He could only hope. He’d try to get at least ten miles out before dawn.

“Umm… excuse me.”

Florian jumped at the sudden appearance of a tall silhouette against the lightning. Were it not for the voice, he would have assumed the figure to be male. She had short fiery hair, and what was more, the woman was taller than him by a head. Her simple farmer’s dress reminded Florian of his own village. The urge to run away was overwhelming.

“You shouldn't be travelling in this weather,” the woman said. Florian shrunk back a bit, even if the voice had not been stern or harsh. “There should be someplace to stay in the village."

She was from the village, then. The concern for another human was touching, but misplaced. The infernal fire within him burned fiercely, and Florian hadn’t been awake for more than three hours besides. If the woman knew just what she was inviting, she would surely not have.

“It’s because people shouldn’t be out here that I-I’m out here, milady,” Florian said, stumbling a little over his words, hoping he made sense. “It would be best if you do not involve yourself with me.”

Florian bowed and turned to walk onward. A stray thought tugged at the back of his mind and he paused.

“There was an… injured man with me. Perhaps he may accept your hospitality.”

Florian gazed at the village behind him. His home town had been much like this one, and it now lay in ruins.

“It might be best if he did not stay for very long.”

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Jenna was surprise and a little bit worried when the boy's shadow shrunk back as she spoke to him. She never believed herself to be frighting, although many people did not seem to enjoy her company as she didn't enjoy theirs. He had already been mouse-like in posture beneath the rain but somehow he seemed to make himself even smaller. He stumbled out a response and she could only guess that his anxious voice matched his image. She could not really tell in the dark. Even with his awkwardness the words were particularly ominous. He wanted to be alone, she could relate to that. What was different was his reasoning, he made it sound as if he was dangerous. If he was a criminal or fugitive then perhaps so, yet such people wouldn't admit to it. There was caution on the young woman's mind but mostly she felt pity for the boy. In this weather, trying to avoid people, he must have a death wish. She was caught with indecision as he trudged away again. If he was a danger she quite possibly could deal with him with her 'differences'. There was always the chance he secluded himself from people with no concern for his health, like she did so much while younger.

She was concerned when he mentioned another person in the village, injured. She knew that she would have to search for the other one later but she pushed on with the boy moving away from her. His last words were equally ominous as she, after a few quick strides, caught up to him. She didn't move to cut him off but talked at his silhouetted back.
"What do you mean by that?" A flash lit up the night again with the heavy sound of thunder to punctuate her words. She restarted in a different line of questioning. The rain now soaking down her neck energized her a little, being more verbose then usual.
"It would be best if you found someplace dry and sheltered. Our barn is nearby." Her voice was still quiet and he tired to be inviting but it didn't come naturally and her cold tones were off.
"Ley is in the middle of nowhere, we don't even have a church. Its a few days walk to the nearest village, specially in this weather." She had travelling to some of the nearby settlements herself. Those trips had shown her what the clergymen were like, they were the men of power and people to be afraid of. Specially for someone like her. If someone wanted to hide Ley was one of the better places for it. "Plus, you seemed soaked already it might be dangerous to head out now." She waited for a reply, not going to push the situation anymore then this, she was already stretching the boundaries of her water enhanced oddity.

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Florian startled at the rough inquiry, but then slowly unwound at the woman’s seemingly genuine concern. How unfair that he be the recipient of it, and not the injured man, or the long-haired girl. It felt like he'd done the woman an injustice. Why had his eyes not turned red, or his hands to claws, like in the stories? She would have known, then. She would know that demons do not die from being alone in a storm. They die from an honest farmer's pitchfork, or the blessed words of a priest.

Would she believe him, if he'd tell her he hadn’t eaten for days, and did not feel the slightest stir of hunger? How his skin seemed to burn warmer for every grain of heat the rain stole? Florian longed for the cold. Perhaps if the rain killed him – if the world itself killed him, he'd be able to accept death. It would release him from this struggle between a need for penance and his cowardly will to survive.

Nay. Florian just shook his head in a silent response. He could not explain, and had no right to. This woman, this village, they could not be burdened with the weight of his sins. It had been a mistake to come here. If it was the only village in the area, as the woman said, doubly so. His pursuers would be drawn here for fresh supplies and information. And he’d been seen. They’d catch him again. Cold sweat heralded a fit of terror. The need to run felt more pressing than ever. He needed to get away, before the plants rooted in the depths of his soul. Before his panic bloomed.

Florian ran.

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Jenna watched uselessly as the boy actually ran into the night. Ran, like he was afraid of her. It was something that she could always understand, people were uncomfortable around her. But surely not to that degree. She stood as he disappeared into the night as if lightning itself was pursuing him. There was something very worrying about the way he acted. She hoped that he would survive the night, coming across a cold corpse wouldn't be a pleasant experience even if she couldn't dissuade him. For a little while longer she stood, watching the blackness for some sign. A flash lit up the sky, the thunder seeming to grow even more distant with each interval. She turned and headed back towards the village and home. Although her small house was not her destination. According to the stranger there was someone else who needed help, injured as well. The dark shapes of the first few house rose in her vision and to the edge of her vision, a light. With a almighty burst the fireball lit the sky. She shouted in surprise, wincing and sheltering her eyes, stung by the sudden change in lighting. Her first thought was that lightning had actually struck something in the village but she quickly realized where the light was coming from. The barn, their barn, her family's barn. Her breath caught in her throat as she chanced upon the only other thing that could cause something to combust in this weather.

"Jo" she whispered, voice weighted in fear. Her brother couldn't control himself so well and she didn't know the extent of what he could achieve. She knew he was proofed against the very fire he manipulated but not if he was immune to a furnace. What he was doing in the barn she didn't know but she began to run. Ignoring the rain on her already soaked head, the mud sucking at her boots or the few faint shouts coming from those newly awoken in the village. Her mind had already reached out and grasped the millions upon millions of little droplets descending from the sky. Controlling the rain was once of the easiest things she could do and every single drop began to twist and turn in its path, falling an bizarre angles towards the roaring, unnatural fire. The hissing of steaming water was mixed in with the sound of the flame and rain. Slowly the fire began to subside with the sheer amount of water descending. Enough that Jenna was confident enough to release the control as she neared the blackened and gutted structure. The animals inside were most certainly roasted to a crisp and she felt the sadness and fear. Sadness for the creatures she had cared for and tended and fear for her family. Everything was overshadowed by the thundering terror at her brother's fate.

It wasn't what she expected to find a large number of people there already, the others from the village were coming she could tell but not these. The dulling fire illuminated only their fronts but the metallic armor was easy to spot. A number lay motionless on the ground, still or moaning in pain. The others were a mass of chaos, shout at each other and tending to their fellows. It brought Jenna to a dead stop, so many people suffered somehow. She blanched and looked away, spotting a corpse merely a mass of black carbonized flesh. Recognizable as human barely. She recovered herself and managed to push herself between a few men ignoring their shouts and approached as close to the flames as she dared, shielding her face from he heat. She continued to call her brother's name desperately.
"Jo! Joseph! Jo!" There was no response and she turned to the soldiers for help.
"Help me!" She called, get the attention of a few. "I need to find my..." She broke off quickly seeing the symbols upon some of the unmarred breastplates. The symbol of Church. In a moment she could guess what had happened, somehow Joseph had panicked, setting the place alight for protection. Meaning they knew her brother's true nature and relating herself to him would put her in danger and their parents. With only a little hesitation she continued, spinning a quick lie. "My friend. He likes to spend time in the barn."
A few soldiers looked to each other, as if uncertain what to do. One finally beckoned her over, unwilling to move closer to the flames. A quick glance back and Jenna stepped towards him. His voice was grave and his face dark and serious.
"There were two boys here." He said "perhaps one of them was you friend. However I must warn you that they are both heretics and fugitives of the Church. They are demonic children. They were the ones that set the barn alight." He spat the last sentances. As he spoke Jenna didn't need to feint surprise. It was one thing to guess what happened, another to hear that it happened. She looked back to the destruction, hiding her disbelief. That her brother could cause so much destruction, so easily. So much death. She looked at the burnt soldiers, her stomach giving a heave causing her to look away. The news of another Child of the Sabbath was just as astonishing. She and Joseph weren't the only ones. Yet the way the man spoke of them scared her. If he knew what she was he would probably kill her without a second thought.

"By the Creator." She whispered, looking up to the soldier. "Excuse me I must tell family." She moved around him, not seeing the curious look that followed her. Quickly enough the soldier, seeming to have been promoted now he had explained the situation, began to shout out orders to his fellows. Jenna slowly picked up a run. Dodging around the villages going the opposite direction. "Papa! Papa!" She called, trying to find her father among the people. There was a response.
"Jenna?" With the guidance of her voice she quickly found her sire. A tall, strongly build man. Almost the typical image of a farmer. He shared his daughter's sharp, defined features. Even more emphasized by his worn and rough skin. "Papa, the barn..." Jenna gasped, somewhat out of breath. She recovered herself before whispering to her father. "It was Joseph." Ian Seirra's eyebrows wrinkled, trying to understand what Joseph had done. Jenna continued. "There were soldiers. I don't know how but they found out about him. Papa. They found out." Her voice was full of fear, for the absent Joseph. After a moment of surprise Ian quickly gripped his daughter's hand with both of his. Looking her dead in the eyes.
"Go home and stay there." He rumbled, full of concern. "I will come back." Jenna nodded dumbly and, after being released from the old farmer's grasp, headed in the direction she was meant to as he rushed to the barn. In the darkness now lit by lanterns and burning wood the sadness in her features set her up as lost and alone. She knew that her parents would do anything for their children and she would do anything for her parents. It was only a matter of time before the soldiers found out about her and then her family would also pay the price. She couldn't allow that. She had to leave, to find Joseph wherever he had run off to. Then somehow draw the soldiers out of the village and away from her loved ones.

Knowing her mother was awake she went around the side of their small house. She and Joseph had a separate room and for her purpose that served perfectly. Climbing in through the window she kept as quiet as possible. The door was closed and she set about gathering what little belongings the children had. Well, there clothing was all that she could manage. Taking dry rough, farm outfits and a thicker, wet weather set for her brother. She had no idea if he was equipped for wandering in the rain. The thought of her stupid, over energetic brother hunted out put vigor into her actions. She packaged the sizable bundle and clambered out the window. She looked back as she headed away, out of sight and taking a circular route back to the barn. The rain dripped down her checks, disguising the tears there. Pearls of sadness, rare glittering droplets appearing once in a lifetime mixed in with the pure rain water she loved so much. A sniff and she fruitlessly tried to wipe the water off. She would see them again, she was leaving so she could see them again. So Joseph could see them again, her little brother would be home one day, she would make sure of it.

Her path took her around the village to the other side of the barn, so the smoldering structure was between her and the pinpoints of light that was the village. The soldiers said the people in the barn had run. So to find them she needed to find the tracks but in the failing light it was difficult. Her eyes squinted at the ground, trying to pick out the indents of feet in the soft mud. So intent on her task that when she found some sign and stood to follow the tracks that she didn't notice the proximity of a number of men.
"You! What are you doing!" Snapped a familiar voice. Jenna's head snapped up and focused on the speaker. The voice was recognizable as the man she had spoken to earlier. For a moment she was paralyzed with fear and surprise before realizing that they were suspicious but hadn't yet acted upon the suspicion. The lead man stepped forwards, trying to see her face in the low light. She didn't move, she had to keep them still for her plan to work. If she ran now they would catch her easily. The young Guard was slightly surprised when he recognized her and she looked back, emotionless. Her cold, usual self. There was no point in making up a complex lie to explain this situation.
"I'm going to find my friend." She said, matter-of-factually. The bluntness brought her a moment longer before the leader started forwards. He was about to say something but it turned into a cry of surprise as his forward motion was suddenly angled downwards. The few others behind him let out similar bellows and their feet didn't budge. The armored figures slammed into the mud, feet quickly frozen in place. With them helpless icicles crept up from the ground to lock their metal to the ground. It grew fast and vigorously as more rain fell, tinkling on the metal.
"I'm sorry." She said, sadness creeping back into her voice, before turning to run. Even as she fled she wasn't what she had apologized for; Abandoning her parents without a proper goodbye; Letting her brother end up in the situation; Lying to and betraying that young man who was just acting upon what he believed was right; Or just sorry that she was who she was. She continued to apply her abilities, growing the ice to keep them there as long as possible. It was only a temporary measure and as the distance grew she felt it difficult to keep her arms and legs coordinated at the same time. She had the trail, now it was only a matter of following it and not leading the soldiers to the two run away boys.

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The pace of Jenna's flight had slowed. Not because she did not want to make haste but because she needed to outsmart her pursuers rather than outrun them. On the soggy ground it was difficult to run full pace regardless. The mud sucked at her boots, threatening to remove them. Her hastily prepared bag thumped against her back, worsening with speed. Between her and the unseen pursuers the rain seemed strangely thick. A heavy curtain of darkness she brought down behind her to block sight and keeping the water dropping on her already damp form merely a drizzle. She couldn't even afford to keep this exercise of her abilities maintained for too long. She had to find cover and someplace to hide. In that case she was well prepared. She knew almost every spot around Ley where a child could hide and just as many suitable for an adult. She reached one of the scattered tree lines throughout the marsh, this one wasn't too far from the path and Jenna was slightly anxious at being so near an obvious escape route. A sudden rustle broke arrested her attention. She froze, perhaps hoping that whoever caused sound didn't spot her. She didn't even know if it was a pursuer or even a person but her nerves were somewhat on edge. Shouts arose in the distance and in the low light she could pick out a figure making some attempt at running through the marsh.

I took her a moment break out of her shocked stillness. She immediately dashed towards the treeline, aware that her path was roughly parallel to the figure's. Yet she was confident that in the trees should would difficult to spot and to find. Yet something about that figure's slowing run brought her to a halt at the each of the wooded area. Whoever it was stumbled and collapsed, seemingly incapable of moving further. For a moment Jenna watched, to see if the figure would rise again. There was no movement and she could hear the shouts in the distance. Yet they were coming from another direction, it seemed the stranger was running from someone like she was. Still doubting herself she carefully moved over to the spot where the young man went down. She only knew it was a young man because his face began distinguishable as she approached. She barely stifled a gasp of surprise when she boy she recognized the boy from earlier. The one who was so afraid, now she understood why he was. Someone was after him, like people were after her. She couldn't leave him there, his breathing was heavy. Like a animal in pain, she couldn't quite locate the wound but he obviously wasn't in peak condition. She didn't move too close, instead glancing out over the open ground. Trying to pick out the sources of the shouts but they weren't visible through the rain.

"Look, I don't know who you are or who you are running from but this time listen to me." She whispered across, although it came out more like a hiss. Urgency in her voice. "I think I can find a place where we can have little shelter and hide from whoever are chasing you. I need to know about this boy you brought to the village before and perhaps we can help each other." She waited anxiously for his response. She considered bullying him to the spot she had in mind anyway. She needed to know about this boy that the stranger mentioned. She had little doubt that he was the cause of all that happened. If anything two people on the run might be safer then being alone.