The Stolen Lands

She appeared as if by some unnatural force and stabbed her staff at the nearest breaking tree, it seemed to rotate and land on the humans machine just seconds after the filthy creature had leaped out for his life. "Aye now, young'n there ain't no need for this now," it spoke with a slurred tongue and foul movements, waving it's arms about. "Shut up!" Amitola barked, instantly in front of it, moving faster than any creature on earth or in air. "You've no right to be here, you're not welcome. I've told you this. If you are causing damage to my home, then I will burn you." Her voice was little more than a hiss now, but it was the most threatening voice she could have.

"Well now l'il darlin' we're just gonna have to work out an arrangement," he said, putting his hand on Amitola's shoulder, which she instantly ran through with the end of her staff. The human shrieked, instantly sober from pain. She pulled him close, "good, now that I have your attention; rule number one: don't touch me. Rule number two: don't touch my forest. Rule number three: be prepared to hurt if you ever touch me or my forest." The human nodded, gritting his teeth as to not cry out in pain when Amitola tore the staff from his hand.

She began to walk away. There were several workers, pointing and laughing at the human who had spoken to her. She smiled sweetly at them all, here eyes still glowing bright red, which obviously scared them a small amount from their faces, but one kept on laughing. he was middle aged with a brown, slightly grey, tuft of hair on his head. "Is this funny to you?" she asked calmly, he nodded and held him stomach as he pointed and laughed. Amitola smiled, "here is my example of punishment," she said loud enough for the humans to all hear, she pointed her staff at the laughing one and the centre of the equal cross began to glow a deep sickening red. He looked up and grabbed his stomach before screaming and falling to the earth. Roots of the trees began to twine themselves around him and he began to struggle in attempts to free himself.

"No use," she hissed at him. She backed up, pointed her staff and spoke one word. "ayataski," she whispered the Cherokee Tsalagi word for fire and the man burst into flames, his skin melting from his bones and his shrieks tearing into the earth. "This is my warning! Leave my forest!" she snapped viciously at them all, so much power in her voice that even the burning man stopped screaming for a moment. She waved her hand and the flames went out, leaving the man crying and smoking, the roots were gone. "Now," she said calmly, as though nothing had happened, "get out!" her voice instantly changed again into an echoing boom that seemed to project itself from the trees. She turned away front hem all and heard a small click, "you tried to kill my brother," he yelled at her, Amitola turned with a bored look, "if I wanted him sead, he would be dead, now before you do something stupid like shoot me, leave." she made a flicking motion with her hand and the gun fell to the ground,eaten by the earth around it. "Bye-bye," she grinned and walked away from the disgusting scene, only waiting in the bushes to watch them pack up and leave.

Amitola's hateful form faded and she walked away as the last of the walkers left. She stepped to Akau's side and smiled. "Would you like to come with me to find Shayce?" she asked softly. Amitola turned and cast one last hateful glance at the place that had been ravaged by the walkers. "I feel she would like to hear of this." Amitola placed her palm on Akau's cranium.

"You are a fine wolf to have come here with me. I am grateful for your company." she felt the mangled words that she had spoken to the walkers, she had hardly understood them, though she had learned their language over the years. The snow coloured girl returned to her native speak and whispered in Lupa, "they have torn apart my forests before. What I did was not harsh, he is alive, and that was a gift. He deserves to die, just as my lands have before, this is my new home and he shan't take it."

Her frost hair trailed behind her and she smiled, facing the land that she had saved. The pale woman touched one of the dying trees beside her, green crept up the funk and into the leaves. "Welcome back, your brothers will restore in time." she sighed, pressing her forehead to the tree., "I am sorry I did not save them. It is my fault." she looked into the sky as a sparrow fluttered down to land in the pine. A small amount of chirping erupted and the bird took flight, followed by a few smaller replicas, and landed on a nearby branch. Amitola smiled and waved, "you're doing marvellously, keep up the good work." she blew a playful kiss to them and turned away. "Akau, would
you like to go now, away from this place?" she asked softly, meeting his eyes.

The white woman looked down on Shayce, her eyes filled with sadness and she smiled. "My dear, walkers happened here." She turned her head away and touched the nearest tree, the one she had just healed. "They tore the trees apart, and they have no mercy." As she spoke, pine needles began to turn brown and fall from the blanches, snowing down around them but not touching either of the wolves or herself.

She continued to press her palm to the tree and speak, "but in time, the trees will return to their former beauty, and the memory will fade until the wounds are healed." the words she spoke seemed to sink into the tree and push the green pines back out, like a sped up growth film clip. The world around her brightened when the tree came back into it's full life. She smiled softly and turned back to Shayce.

"All injuries heal with time, this one only takes a little bit more." She placed her palm on Shayce's head and turned, "have you found the camp yet, Shayce?" the words turned into mist and Shayce's name slid off her tongue and graced itself in it's owners' presence. "It is this way, but first, try catching the smells of your new territory." she smiled at her and looked up, the sun was close to high noon. Amitola smiled and looked at the young fae, "you'll do well here Shayce, the sun is high and you'll find a brave pack to become your family.

Amitola opened her arms to Moonlight. "I've been waiting for you," she said with a warm smile as the world seemed to brighten with her joy. "Shayce, Akau, this is Moonlight." she turned back to the white wolf, "would you like to introduce the rest?" has inquired, walking closer to the white fae. The birds in the tree watched intently as Amitola bent down to meet Moonlight's eyes. She smiled but said nothing and swept her palm over the earth.

When she lifted her palm, there was a small, silvery white flower in it. "Moon flower, they shine in the moonlight." she smiled, placing it behind the wolf's ear. She turned back to Shayce, "it is up to you three to sort out your arrangements, your camp is in to the south, towards the sun. Be safe and only take what must be taken." she smiled, waved goodbye to each of them, and walked into the thickest of the trees to care for her forest and find the baby bird that had hit the ground, but once she found it, she would only watch the three wolves to see their compatibility.