At that moment, Alaenor knew she had to stand up for herself yet her magic wasn't strong enough to hold off against the dark sorceress. She had no choice but to act to prevent the sorceress from hurting someone she cared very deeply for. She closed her eyes tightly preparing herself to use her magic to summon the strongest barrier her magic abilities could produce, knowing that she wouldn't stand a chance against the sorceress who had mastered her magic.

Ignoring the feeling of something trickling down from her nostrils, she reached out to her magic inwards - shapeshifting herself into liquid form and slipped through the iron bars. In a matter of seconds, the brunette returned to her original and used the opportunity to escape but the sight of Cain fighting off the powerful sorceress made her realize that it was futile to fight against her.

Whether to save him or not to save him was the question. Why did she need to care about someone who had no intention of being a friend? Whatever it was, he was not dying that moment under the sorceress' hands. Quickly casting a protection spell for herself - knowing it wouldn't do much against Celestia's magic - and dashed towards the fighting pair.

"Hey!" Alaenor called out to Cain hurriedly, "We need to run!"

The male ignored her pleas as he engaged in the battle against the evil sorceress, using the advantage of his height and weight against her. His mind was focusing on taking down Celestia, for the sake of his organization. He was the leader and he was used to fighting off powerful sorcerers and wizards yet somehow he felt like he was failing this fight. With a frustrated grunt, he withdrew from the fight and fled the scene, grabbing Alaenor's arm along the way and dashing toward the forest. They could possibly lose the powerful sorceress from there, he thought. They ran for quite some distance until he eventually saw an opening ahead, allowing them to escape once and for all.

As soon as he caught his breath, Cain turned around and looked at Alaenor while he tried catching his breath as well. Once he had calmed himself a bit, he glanced at Alaenor who was looking at him with a confused expression.

"Why did you take me with you?"

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"Would it be better for you to suffer in her hands? No. So I chose to run as fast as my legs could carry me and took you along. We're in luck because we were able to avoid her deathly blows." He explained, walking towards a clearing near the woods. "I might have underestimated her and her powers."

"Who is she, anyway?" The brunette questioned, trailing behind the Seeker out of curiosity. She didn't have the time to ask Zevran about it since Celestia attacked Elderhollow without remorse yet she hoped Zevran was safe so she could ask him the next time.

"One of Elderhollow's oldest enemies. An Exalt of Darkness, Celestia. She had a long history but you needn't worry about it. All you need to know is that she was presumed dead for centuries. Why did she return? I have no clue." He glanced up at the sky momentarily, the sky's orange hues still visible above the trees. "Anyways, you're going to lead me to Zevran whether you like it or not."

She furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance, stopping mid-stride to face the male who was a good foot away. She folded her arms, glaring at him fiercely, "Like hell! I'm not helping you search for Zevran, let alone telling you where he is."He chuckled softly, "Why? Are you afraid I'll hurt him? I have defeated countless powerful sorcerers before. What makes you think I would not lay a finger on him?" He stepped forward, forcing her back a step or two. "Or do you fear for your life, sweetheart?"

"Of course not. I simply don't trust you. You kidnapped me and brought me here without giving me any reason as to why I should help you nor do I even have anything to say in the matter."

"And what of Cordelia?"

"I'll let her go once you take me to Zevran. Now are you ready to help me?"

With a sigh, he slowly began approaching her with his sword drawn and pointed at her. She remained rooted to the spot watching him carefully with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to strike. She held her breath as the tip of his blade was directed at her chest, sky blue hues hiding the fear inside but managed to muster up the courage to stand up for herself. "Alright, you listen here and listen closely, punk. I do not know who you are or why you're so keen on finding Zevran but threaten my life unnecessarily and you will not hear the end of it. Understand?"

"What's your name, anyway?" He replied, his sword moving away from her chest slightly as he leaned forward to hear her response.

"It doesn't concern you." She muttered.

"But does it?" He countered as he lifted his sword again to point threateningly at her heart, causing her to flinch ever so slightly.

"Tell me your name."

"You may call me Alaenor." She said after a brief pause. She didn't even know why she bothered telling him but that was better than being called sweetheart.