Fallen- A bit of the story

It seemed quiet. Too quiet. Annabelle clicked her finger, ordering a simple, blue flame. It came alive. It zoomed around her, it's light- blue eyes keen to bring her heart's desire. A wisp. When she touched it by it's small hand, it changed to sky-blue. The wisp's eyes grew wide in fear, turning black, yet a vast, unrecognisable place. An inky substance fell from it's eyes, the size of droplets. It screeched, howled and before it disappeared into the depths of it's forest, it burned a mark into her flesh. Annabelle questioned the wisp's gestures. It occurred to her. It was scared. From what? She spoke softly, "Why hide? You're here to kill me, are you not?"
A rough voice came from the darkness, "Bravo, your highness. You have quite the brain don't you?"
"I've missed you voice. Except, not. Take my life. To balance out the scales of light and death."