Skye Evans.

Blood.

     Birds flew, singing their sounds in short bursts, only for each others ears. Fairies chatted somewhere out there, living their daily life without a care in the world. Stormy colored hair was tied into a small bun, a few loose strands slipped out and falling to the side. It was barley noticeable in her tunnel vision, focused solely on her hands. 
     The sword that served her for almost a  year now lay a few inches aside, covered in blood. Just like her hands. Dripping, slippery. Orange, goopy. Raw limbs not from a fae but from a monster. But did that make the sin any less? 
      Why she had blocked it out for so long, she naught no. Maybe the feeling of loneliness that had taken over her. A roommate that she lived with, that was supposedly her best friend. As invisible and uncatchable as the wind. Or maybe that was her. She scarcely talked to anyone. Not even the roommate she lived with, that was supposedly her best friend. Oh, she already said that. Too distracted by the glowing, eerie color of a shattered core.
      Students years younger than she passed by her every morning. They caused chaos, spoke erratically, did not care who observed them and how they were perceived. Just as she was last year, when she too was a freshman. What had changed?

      She had. 

      Death reeked her like a plague. Not to those around her, but caused by her. That distinctive noise of a steel blade piercing through flesh, playing over and over again in an endless loop she couldn't help but want to escape from. Yet all she cared about lay here. Friends, though not spoken to, roamed these halls. Knowledge she could absorb and share to those who didn't know it. Even with all that happened, something kept her here, drew her to the beating heart of this school forevermore.
      It did not ease the guilt. Of ripping away the life force of so many, beasts or not. Others did it so carelessly, so why was she like this? Was she not supposed to care for these creatures, regardless of their nature? So many did not seem to. For they callously slaughtered and slay the summoned upon obstacles that came their way. 
      Was that all they were supposed to be? Challenges for them to overcome? A puzzle solved at the Nature Fairy Festival. Trials proposed by the school to determine the strongest. Why didn't she feel that way?
      A shaky breath, she brought her hands to her face to stifle the tears, only succeeding in covering her eyes in blood. Red was all she saw. Gasping, she tried to get it off. It was all she saw. Smearing it, more and more. Not even near the amount of blood she had shed, surely. 

      What was wrong with her?