I'm baaack.

"What are you?!"
The young hunter stumbled back, gaze locked on the shadow hovering over his friends, now quite dead. The four friends had left early that morning to go hunting, and had just killed a gorgeous stag, when they were suddenly ambushed. That was only a few minutes before, and now his friends were dead. His wide, hazel eyes stared in horror as the vicious red glare of the attacker turned on him.
"A demon!"
He turned and got to his feet as quickly as he could to try and make a run for it, but it was futile. In a matter of seconds, the creature was upon him, throwing him to the ground. As he rolled onto his back to try to defend himself, the creature was drawn into the light. Again his eyes grew wide, but this time not out of fear, but out of shock.
"You're..you're a child! A girl!"
Sure enough, staring back at him, however viciously, was a young girl, eyes bright red, with long, dirty-blonde hair. His shock didn't phase the girl, as an ash-coloured hand slammed his head into the ground, holding his face tightly. She bared her teeth as she growled, a sound that seemed unearthly, one that he had grown up knowing as his mortal enemy. She was Drow. Or at least part. Her knee ground painfully into his stomach, holding him to the ground as her other hand reached to her belt for her knife.
So, he thought to himself, this is the end? How his father would scorn him for dying so pathetically. His eyes shut tight as she raised the knife, determined not to beg for his life like his friends had.
Suddenly, there'd be a woosh and a light thud, but it wouldn't be from the knife, as the young man realized when he was still breathing a few seconds later.
"Rhini, enough."
He opened his eyes to look up at the young girl, who's eyes seemed to lose their viciousness at the sound of the new voice. She sat up on him, pulling her hand away as she turned her face towards the voice, knife returning to her belt.
"But they killed Kiara..."
Her voice was so soft, even innocent, and so filled with sadness, that it made the young man want to cry, overwhelmed by the sense of guilt, though he wasn't sure what for.
"That is the way, little one."
He turned his gaze towards the voice, having forgotten someone else had arrived. He would see a tall man, who actually looked to be only a little older than himself, but with large black wings that curled down around his sides. The inside of the wings seemed to glisten with brilliant colours, though they didn't seem to cast any light, as the man was still shrouded in darkness. His pale skin seemed white against the shadows, wings, and black robes that hung from his hips. His hair was long and a bit curly, as dark as his wings.
The winged man would lower to one knee, opening his arms to the young girl. "Come here." His voice was calm, caring, though it sounded a little tired, and even despaired. He got the feeling this man had tried to get here before the girl had killed his friends.
The young girl, apparently Rhini, would slowly stand up off of him. She would give a whimper that made his heart ache, able to see a few tears fall down her cheeks as she ran to the winged man. "But they killed him, Guardian!" She fell into the man's arms, engulphed by the man's arms and wings in a protective and loving barrier.
"Hush...it will be alright." The man would look through the opening between his wings. His eyes were cold and seemed even blacker than the emptiest part of the night sky on a new moon. That gaze fell on the young man, who still lay on the ground in shock, staring back. In a voice far more disturbing than his voice towards Rhini, Guardian would speak to him. "Take the stag. His death will not be a waste. And take your friends. Then you are to tell your people never to enter this wood, else they will suffer the same fate of your friends."
A chill ran down his spine and he scrambled to his feet. "Y-yes sir.." He went to retrieve the horses, who, though spooked, had stayed nearby. When he returned, the pair would be gone.