She stood in perfect silence, her face calm and peaceful as she studied herself in the water's reflection.

Her face, her true face, stared back at her. It was one that she'd known for twenty odd years.

But why did she look like she was sixteen? Granted, the acne was nowhere to be seen and her teeth did not need braces. Her hair was fell in smooth ringlets rather than the crazy birds nest of frizz that she wrestled with all her life.

"You...you're Cybelline?" The fox asked.

The girl nodded, "What, just because I got a little taller, my face changed a little bit, and my hair got longer, you don't recognize me?" She gave him a contemptuous look.

Then she realized the problematic fact that she wasn't wearing any clothes. With a curse, she looked in her little satchel and found the dress she'd worn when she escaped the castle. It was a little short, but it would have to do until she found some clothes.

The fox ignored her, he circled her and sniffed carefully. Sitting on his haunches, he was muttered to himself, "But that's...that's impossible."

Cybelline wasn't listening, She need to go out in the world and find the children. She looked at the Fox, "Can I come back anytime now?"

The Fox seemed to be in daze, "Yes. You are now the true owner of the Ring.

"And Ithos and Myrai, will they be fine if I leave them here?" She asked. The Fox nodded again, "As long as they're in those coffins, they'll be fine."

"Okay, take care of them for me. I'll be back soon." She told him and then, looking up at the sky, "Let me leave."

"Wait!" Red cried, there was so much he needed to tell her. But Cybelline was already gone.

She was on the canyon floor, there was nothing above but clouds. With a wave of her hand, her large, black wings appeared on her back. It was as natural as having arms. With a gentle flap, she soared a hundred feet up into the air. In the blink of an eye, she was at the top of the mountain.

Never had Cybelline felt more powerful, it was as if she could go for days without sleep or food. She felt she could run around the world without stopping. Taking a few steps back, she ran at full speed and jumped off the cliff towards the direction she'd left Berin and the others.

Cliff diving had been one of her favorite activities, but now it had taken on a new meaning as she gently landed on the ground below.

Everything was sharper, clearer. She could hear the sound of ants crawling over bark, smell the pollen as it carried by bees to other destinations, see the movement of the wind as it flowed across the leaves.

It was as if everything she knew was now a thousand times stronger. Everything sang to her and beckoned her to examine and be distracted by. She stopped, was this the pull of magic, hungering for the Source in her body? It was an indescribable sense. She wanted to dance with the wind and sing with the light of the stars. Cybellined fought the urge to lose herself to the newness of it all.

Suddenly a scream sounded in the woods as the smell of blood flooded into her nostril. Cybelline rushed at the source, her figure gone in a flash.

It took her but a moment to find them.

Two men stood in front of a group of children. Cybelline's heart nearly stopped when she realized that in the man's hands was Miri.

Mattias exampled the child, whom his servant had just stabbed, "She's small, but she does have a strong Spark. Too bad she's a half-blood. Watch carefully, this is how you harvest the Spark." He reached out, about to plunge his hand into the little girl's chest.

A gentle wind blew past Mattias and his hands were empty. Instead, a young woman stood in front him, she now held the child he was about to end.

Cybelline looked at Miri, and felt a sting in her eyes.

Long gashes ran up the child's legs and arms, deep enough to see bone. She was covered in bruises and burns, it was as if they had been toying with the child to see how long she could last.

Miri was barely conscious, when she did open her eyes, she saw the strange face looking down at her. She gave a weak smile, "You came back, I told you that you would."

Cybelline smiled, "You know who I am."

Miri smiled, "I always know." Then she fainted again. There was a deep cut on her stomach, the kind that was fatal, but would take forever to bleed her out, ensuring that she would suffer.

Cybelline closed her eyes and called to Red in the ring, "Can you put her in the coffin? I'll be back soon."

Then, in a blink of an eye, the child disappeared from her hands. Cybelline looked at the blood on her hands and then at the two men in front of her.

Eyes that seemed to have swallowed a galaxy at a war bore into his black ones. Her rage was palpable.

But it was something else that drew his attention. On her back were two large black wings. Mattias felt as if his breath was caught in his throat.

How many hundreds of years had it been since he'd seen a full blooded and winged Fae? Perhaps this was the next piece of the puzzle for him, she was the prize he was waiting for. He couldn't feel any magical power from her, this would only occur in two instances. One, was that she was a weak fae. The other possibility...was not possible. After all, how could she be more powerful than he was?

Cybelline looked around, the other man held the boys captive, they were under the same spell that Mattias had used on her.

"Where is Jinon?" She asked the man in front of her. Mattias's eyebrows raised, "You know of that traitor? Shouldn't you be more concerned with yourself."

Cybelline looked down at him, her eyes were turning colder and colder.

Mattias laughed, "No matter, when I tear into your heart, you will learn."

Cybelline looked at the children, "Give me a moment and I'll explain everything. Trust me, I promised I would come back for you."

Berin's eyes lit up, "You're...you're!" With a wave of her hand, Berin, Ceric, Ryion and Isthan disappeared. She had transported them into her ring.

The mage guarding them looked dumbfounded, even Mattias looked confused.

Cybelline turned to them, "I don't want them to see bloodshed so young. You two, on the other hand, will understand what it means to suffer."

Mattias spat on the ground and sneered at his servant mage, "You should be able to take down a Fae like her." The other man nodded, eager to show off his power.

He raised his hand and a black ball appeared, Cybelline did not move. She knew that it had the power of a hand grenade. But for a person who had just faced tsunamis and earthquakes of magic, it was nothing.

The servant mage threw it at her, a little regretful that he had to hurt such a beautiful creature... it would be good if he could preserve the wings. But it was the strongest magic he knew so he didn't know if he could leave a whole body.

Very few mages could survive this blow, after, he was one of the best Journeymen mage of his generation.

Cybelline reached out and caught the ball of power. She examined it and felt that it was just Fire Magic compressed into a tiny ball, covered with a thin layer of explosive black powder. With a wave of her hand, she absorbed it.

The two men stood, dumbfounded. Where was the expected explosion?

Mattias growled at the other man, "Idiot." He stepped forward, "When you want something done--"

Cybelline looked at him, "Kneel."

The two men felt as if they were under a thousand tons. Their knees buckled as their leg bones shattered, the shrapnel of bone exploding out of their flesh.

Mattias screamed in pain as he laid flat on the ground, "You BITCH!" The other man was whimpering and praying to the gods.

"Did I say you could lay down?" Cybelline's voice was light and lilting, but it sounded like a curse in both men's ears.

"I said, kneel."

The hips broke as their bodies bent over backwards at an an unnatural angle.

Their spines bent backwards and forward until every bone was wrenched from the muscle.

"Who are you?" Mattias ask as he stared at the figure. All the blood vessels in his eyes had bursted from pain, every vein stuck out on his body as he struggled to breathe. The other man had already died.

Cybelline walked over to him and plucked a single hair from his head, "A while back, you offered me your services."

She held it with disgust, " But you thought that I wouldn't live long enough to collect that offer. I told you that I accepted the challenge."

She smiled, a brilliant, beautiful smile as she waved the man's hair between her fingers, "Challenge won. Thank you for your service."

She remembered the pain of the spell he'd preformed and replicated it without any type of incantation, doing it by feeling alone. Then, she added a special twist.

He screamed as his skin turned on him, as muscle ate his insides, as bone stabbed itself deeper into his flesh. And as he died, he stared at the girl whose green eyes stared down at him like a merciless god.

"When you're in hell, being torn apart by all the people whom you killed, I want you to remember." She said as she watched his body disappear, her magic made sure that he wouldn't die until the last morsel ate itself, "Remember that you were killed by the very people you despised and toyed with. Remember that you will die with no one knowing what happened to you."

"I am a great mage. You have made powerful enemies!" He managed to gurgle. He had worked so hard, killed so many to get to the prestige of his position.

How could he die like this? He was supposed to live forever by the side he revered. He couldn't die now. How dare this little fae kill him?!

He stared at her with rage and disbelief as Cybelline turned away from him, her voice carrying back and igniting his deepest fears.

"You are nothing and no one, and you died a nobody."

She rose into the air as the ground shook and disappeared.

The mountains shook and the ground shuddered until...

BOOM, CRACK, BOOOOMMM....

One by one, all seventeen peaks fell like dominos.

The Devils Maw, tall mountains that was called the gateway to hell, disappeared that day. Mountains that had withstood the test of time, turned to sand, a side effect of one girl's power.