Suddenly, the little girl with the wings wasn't where she had been standing only moments ago. She was gone. Yet with all the action and magic and rock-flinging and fiery swords, no one had seemed to notice. Being small and unnoticeable was an advantage, like stealth. Already she had fled the scene, upset at the endless fighting and lack of listening to reason. How could she save her friends? There was no way in that free-for-all. 

Down the hall she ran, deeper into the cavern. The sounds echoed after her, chasing her, but soon began to fade. Finally lost, Ilyndriel slowed to a walk. Was anyone down here?