Ce:"I realize I'm not going to be spotted unless I do something stupid like try to hide under the seats...
And crawl out from under the seats quickly. Nobody is even paying attention to me, they are much more interested in the fights, or their own conversations. I make my way to the edge of the stands and look down at the fighting. As I watch one fight is decided, as one fighters sinks a hidden dagger into his opponents temple, the sound as the blade breaks through bone reverberating throughout the arena. The kid looks shocked, then scared, then, as people start to cheer nearby, a haughty pride comes over him.
I cover my mouth and silently cry. The man on the ground isn't dead yet, and convulsed violently. Finally someone comes and grabs the handle of the blade protruding from the side of his face and twists it. The body goes limp, and all the life/magic glitter is gone.
I can't help it, tears flow unchecked down my cheeks. I stay silent, at least, but the tears fall, soaking the sleeves of my cloak and some dropping to the floor. Then I see you, across the arena, and immediately turn and start making my way around. Tears still fall, splattering all along the route I take.
I never even notice the fae, I'm so distraught by witnessing the death of the man in the arena. They both notice me, though. They aren't sure what I am, having never encountered a unicorn, but they know I am fae, and they know I am all but running toward the guild leader. They both start running, one of them giving a signal to the rest of the assasins nearby. The two fae move with inhuman speed, right over the tops of the seats. Anybody in their way is roughly shoved aside.
Behind me is a trail of tears, and where each tear falls a flower sprouts, grows, and blooms. But nobody is looking at the ground. Pete start moving out of the way of the two fae sprinting toward me as I run straight into their advance.
I can't see any more than the floor immediately beneath my feet. I don't think, just run, knowing you are at the other end of this path I'm following. Without warning all the air is forced out of my chest as something slams into me forcefully. The only reason a blade doesn't sink between my ribs is because the fey who hit me found absolutely no resistance. I don't even open my eyes, just continue to cry, shaking my head slowly. After several long moments i am able to pull air back into my lungs, and as it comes back out, a single word passes between my lips, amplified by the design of the arena.
"Aeron!""