33.Getting Away.

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Getting Away.

Havillah looked around her living room one last time and turned and walked out. Her red Triban robes swished and swashed behind her with the golden thread that embroidered its edges glinting in the light that the crystals provided.

To walk or to fly? The thought weighed heavily on her mind even as she walked out and sealed the house one last time. There was no ritual to it seeing that her ancestors before her had simplified everything and with every step that she took away from the inner circle, the energy that had settled within the crystals dissipated deactivating them until the next time she found herself there.

It was that simple. Too simple in fact but not the science that was behind it. How her Virtue or rather the imprint of the Virtue of her ancestors flowing in her blood, for it was hereditary was  the key to every thing? How her will coupled with her presence could opened it and subsequently her will coupled with her absecence could closed it up? The perfect marriage of the first and second Virtue. How she was able to do it, not even Havillah herself could explain it. For despite it being as easy as breathing it was not that straightforward on paper.

"Flying it is."she mumbled even as looked up to stare at the darkening sky devoid of clouds that could cover her. She could go back but at the same time who was to say that the weather would change? No, she needed to do this and would have to improvise. Who knew what necessity would brew up? All she needed were the right conditions and a new use for her Virtue would pop up. Hadn't the scrolls said the same? That the gift would improve with practice? As long as she remained diligent there was always a million ways in which she could push the gifting.

Havillah slinged the knapsack on her shoulder and moved to take in the view outside. Shadows had began crawling as night was quickly approaching. A heavy sigh left her lips as she looked back one more time. She needed to leave right away. That is, if she ever intended on leaving unnoticed while keeping suspicious eyes at bay.

With the still orange sky as her guide, the Triban robes flattered as the winds beneath the girl's feet stirred and propelled her upwards. In no time, the sanctuary and the entire area under the inner circle was way beneath her feet and slowly shrinking away as she sped towards the cover of a small low lying cloud that had just drifted in from the ocean.

Stage one was complete and even as Havillah continued to hide within the depths of the effervescent mists that was the cloud, she continued to ruminate on the stages that were to come.

With the sun already sunken on the western horizon, Havillah followed it, thankful that the air currents were on her side and were seemingly driving the small cloud in the direction she was going. As the light continued to fade, the little cloud slowly disintegrated and Havillah was forced to fly down and land on a grassy knoll.

The people in this place were paranoid and Havillah knew that well enough. If she did not want to get shot out of the sky, it would only be wise to quit flying especially in the cover of darkness that continued to slowly waft in. These people had technology and she had seen it. How they could spot flying bodies miles off especially in the gloom of the night. Their magnified infrared heat sensors made sure that they could do that and those became active with the setting of the sun. They would be looking up, she was sure of that. Scouting the skies for the intruding terrors that they had come to expect, despite it being a while since the terrors had been last spotted within the confines of the seaside town of Bethesda. For the soldiers under Killion's command remained vigilant, unwilling to get their guard and be taken unawares by what for a long time had been their only mortal enemy.

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