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moment, Eve ran back to fetch the man who had been holding her. “The child, she lives! You must come, she is not yet conscious, but it would be best to have someone she knows with her.” Eve rushed. The man’s eyes lit up, and he ran to where the child lay. Eve watched as he picked up the small form and hugged her close, tears streaming down his face.
    Happy that at least one life had been saved Eve went in search of a witch with the authority to end this madness of not messing with natural disasters, as nature was sure having no trouble messing with them. After dodging a falling sapling, and being knocked to the ground by scared children, Evangeline finally found a group of adults. They had congregated around the well and seemed to be in deep conversation.
    “Excuse me, Excuse me!” Eve yelled as she ran towards the group. Looking up they were stunned to behold an elfin maid, running toward them, russet hair flying and with such a determined look on her beautiful face. Lighting cut across the sky illuminating Eve. The witches gasped as her eyes flashed with green-gold fire.
    “So it is true,” the youngest member of the gathering, whispered.
    “Please, use your magic to end the suffering,” Eve begged, skidding to a stop before the group. She looked each member in the eye, hoping that one would see the folly in abstaining from magic when their Kin were dying.
    ” We never interfere with nature's course young elf,” snapped a witch with hair the colour of iron though her face was plump with youth.
    “People are dying!” Countered Eve, completely enraged that these people would not act, knowing they could. “You are cowards! Children are dying! People are losing everything. And you stand back, feeling no guilt because you won’t interfere with nature’s course! I am very sorry we may be allies, but no Elf would stand by and let their kin die, and I will not stand back and let these people die now.” Eve blasted.
    Turning to the well she began to draw the pail up. If only to slow the inferno and give them a chance to get away, she thought. Unhooking the bucket from the chain she ran to the flames closest and soaked the wall to its left, she continued this for what seemed like forever. The witches looked on with expressionless faces and hands behind their backs.
    It was dawn before the rain began helping to douse the flames. Eve had worked tirelessly all through the night and no one helped her. The anger and disappointment she felt towards these people was swallowing her whole. Returning the pail to its chains, she slumped down resting her back against the rough stone of the well. Closing her eyes for just a moment, she was bone weary and filthy. Violet, was Eve’s last thought before she drifted into exhausted oblivion.

Chapter Four
     
    Two days later, Eve was reading in Violet's snug, a steaming cup of sage and honey tea was on the table beside her. Coughing, she placed her book down and took a sip of the savoury –sweet brew.
    “Ugh, I don’t think this will ever be one of my favourites,” she grimaced.
    “Maybe not but it will make you feel better,” Violet assured her. Taking the chair opposite Eve, Violet looked at the elf with new eyes. That terrible night when the storm had hit, Eve made a stand and helped people she had never met, risking her very life for others and a town she had no ties to.
    “Thank you for everything, I cannot begin to express the gratitude I feel,” Violet said. Looking at the painting her great- grandmother had left her she continued, “The fire, the blood… I couldn’t be near the blood.” She admitted sadly, Eve placed the unpalatable tea back on its saucer.
    “That is nothing to be ashamed of; many folks cannot bear the sight of blood. Indeed, my mother turns a wonderful shade of green if she gets so much as a paper cut. There is also no need to thank me. What I did that night was what I was able to, nothing more,” she stated.
    Getting up Evangeline stretched,