Celestial Calling realizing what had happened.

The town was destroyed,

burning in the flames from magic that she had wielded.
Prologue:
Buildings toppled and gone from the strength of the tails of
energy that tore through the buildings. A choking sob erupted
from her throat as she stepped back bare foot from where she
Burn. Destroy. Devour. stood, the ground forever scorched and blackened from the
Three words. Three words screamed through her being might of arcane energy.
as she stood in the towns square. Nine tendrils of celestial She looked at the child once, and Trista turned and ran
energy waved and flickered behind her as the rain fell around into the forest. Tears streaking down her face as she focused
her, never touching her furred skin. Lightning flashed, on getting away. No…no… this can’t be true… I never lose
illuminating her furred form showing her ripped and tattered control. Thoughts ran through her head, and she found a large
clothing exposing her left breast from where she was attacked oak tree and started digging under the roots. The sorceress was
and skirt hanging from shreds. Her eyes were no longer the running on animal instincts as she dug at the hollows beneath
salient blue, but orbs of purple and black energy with flecks of the roots making a den desperately. She pants heavily as she
the stars in them. uses magic to assist in moving the dirty to get beneath the tree.
Burn. Destroy. Devour. Moving the earth, making room for her form as she dug deeper
into the wet and warm earth. Soon, she was able to wriggle
The town burned around her as the celestial energy of under the roots and lean against the strong roots of the tree.
the void moved like fire through her veins. Her vulpine
features illuminated by the shifting flames from the small town. “Cody… why?”, she whispered softly as she drew her
A noise caused her ears to prick. She turned her head to the knees close and cried into them. Soon the adrenaline wore off
noise with a vicious snarl and directed all nine tails to the and she fell asleep dreams of the void intruding upon her.
source. They converged creating a spear point as a child poked Dreams of screams, cries, fire, and arcane energy. Dreams of
through the ashes of a building, crying, and begging for her faces who were friend and near family alike. Emotions of
mother. anger, desperation, sadness working through her sub conscious.
It was fitful and returned not respite.
Burn. Destroy. De- NO!
The next morning, she awoke, hearing a patrol pass by
Trista stopped the tails from attacking the child, inches heading away from the town. Discussions of the town being
from her as she cried. She stood shivering and the magic destroyed and only the sole survivor being a young girl who
started to die and recede from her grasp. Trista looked around was mute from the stress of the attack. Trista slunk out from
and reverted to her human visage, shock and terror on her face
under her quickly fashioned den. She headed to a small river
near the town and looked at her reflection in the water, not
recognizing who looked back. She washed her face and fair,
braiding it and wrapping it back into a tight bun to keep it out
of her face. She washed her arms and chest, seeing the human
bite marks and bruises from being held so roughly.
She looked between her thighs seeing the dried blood
from the… Burn. She felt the void well up in her and she
quickly scrubbed the blood away not needing to lose control
again. She breathed deep remembering he lessons as a child
from years ago. She pants as the void left her thoughts again
and she leans against a rock for a moment. After resting and
drinking some water from the stream, she stood and headed
back to the village, to the now ruined in and started moving
debris. She found clothes that would fit her, her staff, and a
cloak. Cody had left her here because it was safe. As she
looked around, she realized, he should have left somewhere
that would have been safe from her.
She picked a direction, put the hood of the cloak up and
turned her back to the town. She pushed her feelings down,
pushed the memory of the night out and started thinking of the
past, of her life before all this, of who she was and was meant
to be. Mother would be looking for her now and preparing to
let her ascend the rank for High Sorceress of her Clan. If last
night wasn’t a beacon screaming that she had done what her
mother thought she couldn’t do, then she would be lucky.