Ivy sat quietly in the prison caravan as it carried her along to whatever impending doom awaited her. The road was rough before the vehicle, which caused her to bounce high up into the air, hitting her head against the top with a dull thud. She let out an exclamation of pain and surprise, and puckered her lips in annoyance. Once she landed on her backside, she lifted a hand to massage beneath her long golden tresses.
Her pale ivory skin flushed a deep crimson, and the tips of her pointed ears even tinged slightly pink, as her anger escalated quickly. She wasn't even supposed to be here! She had been going on a quest for the High Goddess, when a beast of a man attacked her in her weakest time --- during the night --- and he hadn't even had the nerve to face her; He had just knocked her out with one swift smack to the back of the head.
She had to escape somehow, and soon. Her Goddess was depending on her, and she was determined to help in any way she could. She only had a certain amount of time before the Dark Lord came, and only a little more time after that before he attempted to destroy the world. And she couldn't let that happen.