Guardian of the Veil

Somewhere along a New England coastline, nestled at the edge of a quiet town, there sits a beautiful house at the edge of a forest. A modernist architectural design, large mahogany doors, perfectly manicured lawn and floor-to-ceiling six-inch bulletproof windows with an alarm system to challenge every government agency across the globe. Inside this large house, the high-tech security system sensed a disturbance on the grounds triggering the alarms, startling the two women inside who have only just arrived from an evening of festivities. One woman is dressed in a short white and gold dress, white-and-gold pumps, with her long golden hair cascading down her shoulders; the other is dressed in a floor length red dress, black-and-white pumps with her silver hair in a braided bun. Each is wearing an identical necklace; an amethyst pendant held along a gold chain. The alarms were blaring so strong they could wake the dead. When they stopped almost immediately cutting power throughout the entire estate. Then suddenly the sound of glass being broken shattered the short-lived silence.
 “What was that?” asks the startled woman with golden hair. 
 “Not sure but I am going to check it out” the other replies. “Stay here,” she instructs.
 The outside world has silenced, all that can be heard is the howl of the wind and the clash of the ocean against the nearby cliffs. The woman with the hair of moonlight gets off the couch to look out the window where a fog has rolled in thick surrounding the area. She walks into the kitchen; the sound of her heels echoing throughout the halls as she goes to peer out the window. Seeing nothing, she decides to ascend to the second floor, to see locate what could have possibly triggered the alarm. As she passes one of the bedrooms, she notices a cool draft coming from under the door. Going into the room she sees glass scattered across the floor and a broken window. Alert she moves closer to it she looks out to see what could have caused this to happen. She gasps when she sees the silhouette of a figure standing outside. Suddenly more figures start to appear, all hooded in black robes with golden emblems on their chests; even through the fog the gleam of light shines from their weapons. She races back to her companion, whom is peering through the window.
 “Get away from the window!” the woman shouts and in that instant an arrow broke through one of the windows and stuck in the centre of her chest. It protrudes five inches out each way, then quickly dissipates in a dark, purple haze. The woman gasps for air while falling limp to the floor just as her companion rushes to her aide. She takes one last ragged breath, and utters one last warning.
 “Run and warn Althea, she must warn the Keepers; the Heart of this realm is no longer safe. They have come for it,” She breathed before going limp and the light leaves her eyes. Her amulet and eyes glow brightly before darkening completely.
 The girl races through the house just as the men break through the windows and the front door and she manages to reach the patio doors without them catching. Instead of breaking the doors she runs straight through them, the glass staying intact as though they had been touched by a ghost. She races into the dark forest that surrounds the house; leaping over trees and sprinting faster than a luxury sports car with tears streaming down her face. She dodges trees, rips through branches, and leaps across rivers within a single bound. However, there are heavy footsteps following close behind her, the pursuers also have abilities and they plan on using them. 
 The sounds of trees being knocked down were closing in on her and as well as low, intense growls not far behind. She knows whatever is following her is picking up speed. She sees a cliff ahead of her towards the centre of the forest, and when she reaches it she sees that she is near the city; she just needs to make it across the canyon and out of the forest. The canyon is four hundred feet across and five hundred feet deep and the bottom of it is full of jagged rocks. Her only choice is to get across the canyon, but she’ll only have one chance. It is a very difficult jump but she has no other options, as the sounds from her stalkers get closer. Going back, or even trying to fight them, would mean certain death. She was outnumbered, alone and out powered.
 Suddenly there’s a deafening roar so loud that it pierces into her mind and breaks her concentration. They are thirty, maybe forty feet away. She takes three steps back then runs. Just before the ledge she takes off and soars across the canyon. She’s in the air for two or three seconds. She stretches her legs and barely manages to make it across the canyon. She continues to sprint towards the lights of the city with her heart beating fast. She’s so close to safety. She manages to make it to the edge of the forest and stops, smiling for the luck she has. Surprised that she made it, she continues her trek towards to the city when a large hand suddenly wraps itself around her neck. She is lifted off the ground and starts to struggle and kick, trying to pull away from her attacker however knowing that it is futile. She should’ve known that they would be on both sides of the forest. The leader of the assassins lifts her up so that way she may gaze into it’s dark, void-filled eyes.
 “You won’t get away with this. You will not take this realm’s Heart. The Keepers will-” was all she could say before the grip tightened on her throat, slowly crushing her windpipe.
 The assassin laughs; a deep, guttural sound. It reaches into the hidden pockets of its robes and takes out a gleaming dagger, then puts the dagger close to the girl's face; sliding it down her cheek tauntingly before thrusting it into her abdomen. As she inhales her last breath she can only pray that someone will find her body and take her home for a proper burial. She sees nothing but bright, lavender light as calm envelops her body, her eyes and her amulet glow bright. The assassin releases his grip on her body give way as it falls to the ground. He looks over the city before it, an evil smirk grows underneath the shroud covering its face before disappearing into the night as it ventures to find the groups next target.