Light snowflakes were falling down from the solid, gray sky, melting as soon as they touched the dark ground. Only few remained, but soon, they, too, merged with the soggy earth. Every now and then, the sky cracked, like a broken mirror or doors to another world, and sun light leaked out, but it gave no warmth nor it brightened the view by much.

Rain did not wish for any more light or warmth, though, as she swiftly moved along the edge of remains of what was once a forest. Few days ago, it had been burned down in another battle between the two armies, but now they had moved further to the south and no one, besides the presence of death, lingered around these parts. And that was good for her as well. For she no more belonged to any army and did not desire to meet anyone.

She had never been able to pride her self to very decisive, but when she did come to a decision, nothing could change it anymore, for the best or for the worst. And now she had. he had fought her last battle - the one with herself - and chosen her path. Rain would fight no more, shed no more blood. She despised the war, always had, and now despised her self for letting the bloody games of power draw her into this moor. She was thankful that spirits like her had no need for sleep or else memories of this war would haunt her dreams forever.

Her jaw seemed to clench at the thought and her clawed hand gripped her weapon tighter. Yes, she did still carry it with her, but only as self protection. Even ghosts had enemies and even they could be harmed. Her pace sped up once more as she headed further and further from her camp. Rain did not know where she was going, but for all the years she had wandered this world, she had never had a real reason, a place she wanted to return. For a moment, she thought of visiting that strange, old inn she had a short moment of rest some weeks ago, but then she decided against it. She wished to see no one, just find some place she could truly be alone. All her friends were probably gone, swept away by death, by now, anyway.

Just like Darberus was. She had respected her Captain deeply and dared to think that over the time she had spent under his lead, they had become somewhat of friends, as much as he let anyone close him. She had worried about him and wished to help, but it seemed that only think he was looking for was death and finally, he had found it. It had been the very last drop in her cup and she had let it fall, shattering and spilling all her hate for war and she had left her camp in helpless fury, determined to never return again.

Her lips pulled back slightly, revealing her sharp teeth and her pace, though, it was more like floating inch above the ground, sped up once more.

Someone was nearing. Rain stiffened, her ears perked up, even though she didn't use them for sensing. Many thoughts flashed trough her mind. Should she hide? Should she keep on walking like normal person? It probably would be the wisest to become invisible. That would save an unneeded fight with a Divine and unnecessary conversation with Corrupt. While Rain strongly doubted that many would notice her disappearance, and even then it would be easier to assume she had been lost on battlefield than deserted, she did not want to deal with extra risks.

Her colors grew dimmer and outlines blurred and, soon, her form had become hidden to any spectator. She looked upwards, feeling the assuring presence of clouds and then sighed inwardly. Rain wished this war would end soon and she could continue her existence somehow, somewhere and slowly cast away all these memories. "I am such a coward, am I not," the ghost thought and shut her eyes for a moment. While many, many years had passed since she lived, she still possessed many of her mortal traits and ways of acting. Some would have thought of it to be a minus, but she never thought of it much, though, if she did, she would probably admit that it brought her both much trouble and happiness.

Rain cringed inwardly as she saw, or rather felt, mist approaching. That explained why the presence had seemed so familiar. She felt lost for a moment, her thoughts buzzing as she tried to find the best way out of this situation. Presence of a mortal, and apparently divine, made nothing better.

Mentally sighing, the ghost, still invisible moved towards XyFaen, her battle comrade and someone she considered a friend, despite their very different views of the world, especially the war. She knew not how much Faen knew of her desertion and wanted to, if possible, remain anonymous. But she couldn't let the divine be killed in front of her eyes. "There is enough death here as it is," she thought, with her being aching dully as the aura of death and pain engulfed her.

"The battles have moved far to the south from here," she spoke. The voice resonated in air strangely and it sounded like the speaker had no gender. "So, please, leave this place." Rain doubted XyFaen would do as told, but maybe the divine would use the chance to leave while they spoke.