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The vines are gone... it seems that Roa has called them off. he thought to himself. He stood erect again, quickly sheathing the blade and raising his vision to Roa.

"ROA!" He said aloud. Her arm was bleeding! His vision darted around the town, he was seeking the culprit who had stuck her, but there was no one that he could see with a blade. He ran forward toward the woman who had helped him earlier. Her arm was soaked with blood, and he was no healer. His head raced, he couldn't think what to do.

"Roa... what happened!?" he tried to approach her, but couldn't. He was distracted though, someone in the corner of his eye... someone he hadn't seen before. He turned his hand on his blade.

"Who are you... you say you can heal?"

The woman's voice called her from her dazed state, whispering above the inside screeching.
Looking to her Roa didn't register what she said at first but checked herself. Had the woman asked her something? Had Roa healing abilities?

When she saw the woman move for something out of her pouch Roa backed away.
"I'm fine." SHe whispered but then Alexander came forward. Anger swelled.

"What happened!?" She repeated, her words venemous as she continued to back away. "You attacked the vine... whay are you calling me Ro-" But his face seemed just as lost. He was distracted however by this woman. Her head was foggy. Roa? Right. Roa. It had fadded.
'We need to go Wynn. We need to leave. He hurt us. They all watched him hurt us. They tried to seperate us and now they're trying to kill us. Leave Wynn. We have to leave.' The blood was pouring fast now, dripping to the ground as she staggered back.

"She'd loosing too much blood." Bregan said with a firm voice and Jacob ran foward.
"Roa?! Roa, LOOK OUT!" She stepped back again, her foot catching on one of the four men's unconscious bodies. Her body fell back hard and she used her arm to brace the fall. It made the wound worse.

Screaming again, she looked at the wound.
'We have to stop the bleeding. We can't die. We can't let them hurt us.' Holding her bloody hand out her eyes glared with anger.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" The ground began to shake, under the entire town now, shaking violently as she was using all the strength in her. Her head was foggy, her eyes tired but she had to stop them.
"ROA! PLEASE!" Jacob yelled and the shaking stopped.

Her hand dropped to the side and Roa felt the exhaustion of the day wash over her body, coupled with the bleeding. It was like a heavy blanket was dropped over her eyed. And all she could see was his face.
"I didn't mean to leave... I'm sorry." She whispered. "I should have stayed. Should have... stayed."

Her head fell back and Roa was out cold. Jacob ran forward first, followed by his father. Her body was limp, her face pale as always. The wound however wasn't covered in blood anymore. Instead vines had slipped from the earth and surrounded it, thin leaf-like in neature, covering the wound entirely. A thick green sap oozed from the leaves but it was covered.

"Papa?"
"Stay here son." Bregan told Jacob turning to the Knight and the stranger who stood there. "Why did you have to get involved. The men will die anyways at the hands of the council. So why did you have to-"
"Papa... she's really cold." JAcob called and Bregan turned to his son.
"She needs a healer Jacob." Bregan glanced back to the two in a skeptical way.

"Roa..." He spoke softly, he didn't want the other to hear his concern. Why is this woman so tormented... what is going on her mind that she doesn’t want to accept help. Not even the proudest warriors refuse help when they're like this. He sighed and looked to the stranger who had called herself Zola. She had gone to Roa's side and was aiding her as much she could. The magic she weaved was nothing that startled him, not even the bolts that were released. Stepping forward he approached Roa and knelt down.

"What could have brought this power out... you seemed so calm before." He shot a look to the men who lay unconscious on the ground. They had attacked her, and by the looks of it stolen her goods. They would not be killed now, but he could not help what happened to them by the council’s rule... this was not his domain. He looked to Zola and played compassion across his face.

"I am very thankful for what you've done. Allow me to repay you in Roa's sted. Anything that you want you shall have." He removed his gaze from Zola and looked to the man Bregan. "You have done all that you can. Please hail any healer that may be in this town other than Roa. I will have my men take them to our camp for her to recover." He stood and turned to face the soldiers that stood about 20 yars away. He gestured with his hands and five men ran to his side.

"We will be moving her to the camp." He looked to the forest line where ten soldiers were establishing a small camp. He could see that his tent was already set up and ready to be entered. Nodding Alexander about faced to Zola once again. "I am Alexander Grievous and I would be grateful if you accompanied me and my unconscious friend back to my camp."

Zola stood up again slowly. Her feet were more sore then even, like they would fall off. Her removed the rannx from around her neck and placed it back in the pouch at her side.

"Thank you Alexander Grievous. It would be an honor to accompany you to camp." She nodded her head at the other knights beside him.

That spell was even more taxing then she had imagined. What she had not told the others it was dangerous for her. Not her natural Talents, the Roa's pain might have killed her. Zola wondered if the spell had worked more out of luck of Fate. Now she hoped Roa would be alright and she was just as curiouse as Alexander as to what caused the surge of power.

"What about those men?" She asked as she followed the knights into the camp, her head titled in their direction.

"Where do I hail from?" Zola repeated the question as she brushed back a dark blue curl from her face. Her blinked a few times and turned the question over in her head.

"Well, the last place I was was this little island in the Southern Kingdom. I had to fly across the Ocean to get here." She said as the two walked into camp, a few of the knights following behind them. Roa was picked up gentley and carried into camp ahead of them.

"But I don't have a permant home, I was born on a mountain but my family was always traveling." She said and then paused. "Why exactly are you and your knights here? You certainly don't look like any knights I've seen before."

Zola nodded again to the knights and she seated herself in the chair. She quickly glanced over at Roa and a small shudder went through her, she remebered the pain.

Her lips released a small chuckle as her attention turned back to Alexander. Zola mirrored his position on the table.

"Whats an interesting question, Sir Alexander." Zola lifted an eyebrow and stared intently at him, wondering if she could get a read on her. "What interests you about my powers. As you can tell, I am no healer."

This man was a knight, a good knight. That was a change. He was right though, war was common now and the knights were hungry for glory. An odd question he had asked, he had power too, Zola could feel it pulsing off him. But it was a different source from hers. She titled her head to the side.

"Just a bit of food is all I ask for." She hadn't eaten in quite awhile and her stomach was hollow and angry with her.

When the knight had disappeared Zola leaned forward in her chair. Her rannx was in her hand suddenly, hanging by a thin golden chain. The sigil carved on to the front glinted for a second.

"Yes, I've hand this for a long time." The rannx swung back and forth like a pendulum.

Alexander was a kind soul, that was for sure. Yet she wasn't about to reveal everything to him. The downside of travel was that you never learn mutch about trust in other people.

"My Talent is mostly of the Weather and Wind varitey." She watched the rannx move back and forth before looking back up at Alexander. "The Wind speaks to me, it is my friend." She said quietly.