To Return.

Staring at her reflection she wanted to smash the mirror she hated what she seen in her and in this world. She wanted to go home.

Looking back in the mirror she starred at her reflection her she was pale like porcelain doll her eyes were blue but not quite if you looked closely you could see silver and violet color with an unearthly Glow to them her lips were red like oxygenated blood.

She was attractive enough to mortal standards but she would never be mortal unless she cut her own hair and that was never going to happen.

As of the current time her hair sat mid back  it was raven black , her hair had been cut once before she had never panicked so much in her life thinking of it brought up memories she would rather not remember but she knew that they would surface despite her not wanting to remember

The slow and low murmur of screams of war echoed in her ears as she felt her hair being grabbed  and pulled slowly  the intense presser of her of the person pulling her hair stopped and she felt the weight of something land on her stomach the scream that erupted from within her shattered  the war  everyone seemed to have posed even the banshees  stopped there cries  at the sound of her voice

 Shaking her head she closed her eyes she doesn’t remember much after that other then picking up an axe and a short sword everything was a blur of faces and screams till she woke up bandaged and blind folded. At some point in the battle she had been struck on the head and lost her sight it wasn’t permanent seeing as she wasn’t mortal but six months without your sight will make you feel blessed to gain it back but as she was remembering her hair had been cut once during that battle she didn’t know for her to lose her immortality that she was the one who had to cut her hair.

Being taught that if you cut your hair you would turn mortal was not everyday knowledge it just wasn’t taught in lessons or by your patents you were told that if your hair was cut that you lost your immortality and you would die slowly. But six months had passed she was now able to confronting king Arthur about it she was thrown from the Kingdome exiled for questioning him in front of a full court. 500 years is a long time to be on this horrid plain the mortals have killed all the green and animal. Stone towers and homes flattend valleys and hills, rivers lakes and oceans have been bottled and damned, priced to be sold; disgusting.

She hated this place and couldn’t wait to leave everyone she loved or knew in had died and passed ages ago she was a lone and bitter because of it 

Hating Arthur and wishing to kill him is not done or thought lightly but to do so she had to get home, she needed to get back.

Getting back was easier said than done Avalon was lost off the cost of Ireland  and green land though most would not believe her if she said that she once lived there and new Arthur personally and the laws in which he governed his lands.

She was what was known as a “pure one” she had been born on Avalon all of the little sum of 1300 years ago she was considered a child a toddler to most though the legal age to fight in the wars. The wars here in the land of terra; guns as the Humans call them kill more than they should though she was found of their 45’s they reminded her of Nostalion he would always shoots off his mouth and get into trouble but he could take any of them he was fast, strong and ungodly accurate with any weapons’ given to him. Smiling to herself she’ll get to see him again as soon as I get back.

Pondering his appearance he was a few hundred years older he would be about 1600 years or so.

Looking back into the mirror she gently placed her hand on the side of the mirror opening it pulling out a few small items in her bag it was beaten and worn well used and love all at the same time it still worked as well as the day she made it thinking back in the memories it made a smile reach her lips

­­­­­  Ériu  My dear child what are you staring at? The elderly women questioned with a knowing gleam in her eyes

‘Your bag Amo’maie, it is beautiful ‘stated the little girl

‘Would you like to learn how to make one?’

"would you please teach me?" jumping with excitement