Semira G. Skellert's Story

Semira G. Skeller
Semira sat silently in the shadows, twiddling with her fingers. She had been watching the fight that was happening. Her light blue eyes were locked on the male who had just hit the ground. She wanted to intervene but of course, she was too scared. She could be detected by strong senses, but not too sight. She gripped the grass under her tightly, still contemplating too help or not. She bit her lip and closed her eyes.
Adam V. Blackwell
Adam slid his hands into his pockets, music blasting from his earbuds to his ears. A sly grin spread across his face as he began to whistle too the melody of his music.

Krios stabbed his sword into the center of William's chest. "Please just lay down and die," said Krios. William looked up at Krios the pain in his chest unbearable. "I' c-can'-c-" He tried to say as he passed out.
"You bastard!" yelled Shawn summoning a giant snake. Krios simply swiped it out in to two, his plasma nearly trailing back to Shawn, luckily Samuel snagged him out of the way.
"Calm down Shawn! We can help him. We still have time to help him. First we should draw Krios away from him, then you can send one of your creatures to save him," said Samuel.
"Fine," was Shawn's reply
"Come on bastard!" yelled shawn using his powers to create small creatures to lure Krios away. Krios did follow, but he took his time literally just walking forward easily slicing through Shawn's creatures.
"Dam what is this guy?" asked Samuel mainly to himself.
Soon they were far from William, and in the thick of a raging war. Monsters humans beasts of all sorts all around killing each other.

Semira G. Skellert

Semira's eyes widened at the males sudden condition. She bit her lip heavily. She suddenly burst free from the shadows, her long, light pink hair trailing behind her as she ran too the wounded. She knelt next too him, her sky blue looking him over. She placed a hand onto his cheek. "He's cold..." She whispered lightly. Her voice was frail and tiny, almost distant. She began too sing a few pitches in another language. One that was not known too many creatures or humans. William became light enough for her too carry back into the shadows with her.
Once there, she sat him back down and looked at him. This is the first contact she had had with another being in a long time. She surveyed his wounds thoroughly.

William slightly heard the enchanting words, then felt himself being carried. While being carried he smelt a nice smell, appealing to him. He felt himself placed down. It was cool around him, he felt cold. William opened his eyes. "... I must be dead," he said in a soft whisper. Looking down on him was, a beautiful girl, with light pink hair and deep blue eyes. His reasoning for being dead, she must be an angel. 'Guess the Christians were right' he thought to himself.
Then William coughed, and a little blood came out. "Guess I'm not dead yet" he said. If he could feel pain he was definitely alive.

Semira G. Skellert

Semira looked down at him. "You'll be alright..." She smiled softly and placed her hands on his chest, humming a soft melody. A few lights wrapped themselves around his wound, sinking in an healing it enough for it not too bleed. She wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with her thumb gently.

William listened to the words she sung. He didn't understand them, but to him they sounded like a gentle warmth, if their was a way to sound that out. The warm sounds became actual warmth making, he didn't feel they cold any more, it felt like his worries were reduced to mere ripples across a pond's surface.
The girl wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Her hand was nice and soft just like her voice as she said to him "You'll be alright..."
William Summoned up what little strength he could to raise his back and head. Making him come face to face with the girl. William blushed a little. "Hi... I'm William," he managed to say.

Semira blushed heavily, her whole face turning a deep red. "...Semira..." Is all she got out. She looked down. Her voice again, seemed distant. "...You shouldn't strain yourself..." She drug him over too a tree, leaning him against the trunk so he wouldn't have too keep himself up, she sat a few feet away from him, her legs crossed.