[Areka D'Rinishad]

Areka fell to the ground hard upon her arm. For anyone else the pain would have sent them into a spell of yelling. Areka didn't even flinch. The years of beatings had mad her tough, but was she to tough for her own good. Areaka squirmed trying to break free of her captures but it did not good. Out of no where she heard a voice. Areka struggled to turn her head to toward the sky to see who had spoken. The light burned her eyes but she could make out two Vysstichi figures.

Within moments she had been released. She got to her feet and as she lifted her hands to replace the hood over her head she noticed the pinky on her right hand was a little out of place. She stared at it for a moment and then turned and looked at the men who had pinned her down and stared straight into there eyes with an look that filled fear into their souls. She then did as she was told and walked over the the two Vysstichi's.

Looking down at her pinky finger she held it up the the one Vysstichi who had spoken and whispered the word "fix."