Sun to the Arrow

III. Lack of Revenge

    Six years later.
    Felina opens her eyes. The heavy rain has little affect on her short ginger hair. The glowing amulet tied to her necklace provides light in the bleak twilight. Crouching on the slanted rooftop, Felina picks the archaic lock of the decrepit warehouse's small skylight. Silently pushing the window open, she looks inside.
    Wooden tables and chairs stylise the long building, seldom lit by candles isolated on separate tables.
Felina counts Six. Six Tieflings inhabiting the gloomy structure. Six targets. Six arrows.
"The Infernous crime family is stuck living in a dying warehouse because of you!" Screams a Tiefling. Standing from the table he was sitting at and pointing across the room he proclaims, "We're stuck hiding in the shadow of the Crimsons all because you made a deal with the devil cult and lost us all our coins! This is your fault! Fuck..."
An arrow hurtling from the skylight pierces the Tiefling's pointed hand, nailing it to the table he sat at.
His scream resonates the somber room. Felina drops from her vantage point. As she stands from landing she sees him. Stood between two Tiefling's brandishing worn daggers.
Reficul.
The pair of Tieflings launch at the tall Wood Elf. Their daggers spin from their cursed hands. One is intercepted by Felina's thick leather armour. The other slashes her check as it whips pasts Felina's face. Unreacting, she hastily mutters magical words under her breath and points at the incoming Tieflings. They reach to draw daggers from their belts. Their fingers convex, snap and twist themselves unnaturally. Bone thrusting from the tainted skin. They cry in pain. Felina silences one by launching an arrow into his skull. She shouts magical words, summoning flame into her hand and hurling it the other hostile. His red face turns charcoal. Screams turn to outbursts of pain. His tears scorched by light.
    Felina's unemotional eyes lock with Reficul's. He's impressed. Then fear hit's him.
    He raises his hand and summons a floating arrow. It darts at Filena, leaving a green trail in the smokey air as it does so. Quickly throwing her arms up, Felina's amulet pulsates and a curved barrier of bright light shields her from the oncoming threat. As they meet, the arrow shatters the warding shield into dust.
    Crack!
    Felina turns at the sound, eyeing the Tiefling she attacked first. He rips the arrow from the table and his hand, freeing himself. His hair is yanked. Felina slams his face into the splintered oak. Disfiguring his appearance and drenching the table in blood.
    Reficul stares in fearful awe.
    The remaining pair of Tieflings run. Charging away from Felina. She sends arrows that embed into their targets' backs. Halting their retreat.
    In a panicking terror Reficul turns and launches out of the warehouse. His feet fumbling against the peasant floor. Felina considers pursuing. She holsters her bow and walks out the opposite door. Anger and revenge is not her prerogative.
    Felina emerges onto the cobblestone path. The walls surrounding King's End can be slightly seen over the low, cramped houses in the poorer end of the city. Early sun emanated light from behind the walls.
    She begins to walk the bare streets, smiling. Her feet tapping rhythmically against the cracks in the stone, her serenity echoing through the sound. Felina wore no cloak to hide her belt, weapons, quiver or leather armour. She has faith that Reficul will repent one day. It is not her fight anymore.
Felina knows she has become stronger; she knows she will train to be even stronger. She will never be weak, feeble, or pathetic again. She cannot be.
She cannot let her love die again.