Wild did not understand the words the strange creatures said, but she heard the words slipping from Mist's lips as he slowly put her down. "What is a traitor?" she wanted to ask, but he placed her behind him and she realized that now was not the time for questions. She nodded when he told her to not get involved and to close her eyes.
Closing her eyes, she tried to make herself as small and as invisible as she possibly could. She thought that if she closed her eyes hard enough, perhaps the scary creatures couldn't see her.
She heard the clinging sound of metal meeting metal, voices growling and hissing, roars of anger and roars of pain. She heard soft slashing sounds, and soft thuds of something soft falling to the ground. There was a strange smell in the air. She didn't like this smell, it made her feel sick.
Then all of a sudden everything was silent. She could no longer hear the scary creatures. What was worse - she could no longer hear Mist. She knew that he had told her to close her eyes, but she was only five years old, and she was too curious to stay like this forever. So she opened her eyes, only to find herself alone in a half-dark forest.
"Mist?"
Her voice sounded tiny and alone, and she walked alone towards the place where she last had seen him. It was there she found him, laying on the ground. He was covered in something dark and red, his eyes looking up at the sky with a blank gaze.
"Mist!"
She tried to tug at his body, but he laid completely still. She realized that the red seeping from his clothes was his blood. "Don't worry, Mist! I'll go get Mommy! She'll know what to do..."
The child started running towards the village as fast as she possibly could. It was far to run, but she was tiny and fast, with all the energy of a restless child. She wasn't called "Little Hurricane" for nothing.
When she finally arrived the village, she found it in ruins. The houses she had seen this morning were now reduced to ashes. The streets were covered in blood, and filled with corpses of dead cattle and elves. The child started crying as she ran through the ashes, seeing the dead bodies of people she had known all her lives. Through the smoke and flames from the last burning houses she saw her father being stabbed by enemy swords, her mother already laying lifeless beside him. The child knew in this moment that Mommy couldn't help Mist anymore.
Tears stained her face as the child crawled into her favorite hiding place to avoid the enemy detecting her. It was there she found the Book of Spells, the book where the shamans and druids of her family had gathered their wisdom through the centuries. Tired after all the running she fell asleep, clutching the book to her chest. In the dream she saw her mother talking to her, her face kind and sad at the same time.
You are our only hope now, her mother said. Take this book with you and run away, as far away from here as you can come. Go to the human world. They will never think of searching for you there. And no matter what you do - NEVER let this book out of the family's ownership. Bad things will happen if you do....
The child nodded in her sleep, showing she had understood her mother's orders. It was dark when she woke up, and she realized she had to escape before the enemies returned to gather their spoils of war. Crawling out of the hiding place, she looked around, before starting to run towards the forest, as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. With her she carried the Book of Spells, to honor the promise to her mother. Little did she know that many years would pass before she returned to Mir...
(End of this part of the plot?)