Rachel

(I'm passing a little bit of time again, but this doesn't have to be time passed for anyone else but Rachel just to know why she is off alone.)

I was running through the dark, darkness was all around me these days. No matter where I went or how far I ran I was in darkness, but I liked it. My powers had grown dramatically that night we all were separated, Jared had nearly killed himself doing it. He said I had surpassed even he in power and that shadow had never touched another one of our kind in our entire history.

I turned down a road and kept running. It was actually the middle of the day, however, I had learned to become a shadow and darkness always surrounded me.

They were coming, I could feel it, minions of Deothanos. The named slid from my tongue like a curse and it became obvious why he chose to be called the god of death.

I felt my pocket, the Jewl was safe. Jared had charged me with it's safe keeping. They could track me anywhere I went, but only within a five mile radius he had said. As long as I remained a shadow they would never locate me precisely. Unfortunately I could not do some of the most basic body function, such as eating and drinking, while a shadow. If it weren't for those basic needs they would never be able to find me.

I had forgotten how long it had been, days at least, weeks perhaps but I was certain it was no more than a year. No matter the case it had been forever, too long. That's why I'd come back.