The trees....

The crashing was coming from Le Grande Arbre (the grand tree). I run to the bushes below to see what was caught in the tree. As I near the tree the crashing gets louder, and then suddenly stops. I get there, and see a petite form clinging to the bottom branch of the enormous tree. The person wasn't breathing normally, I could hear that. Within seconds the body tumbled. I dart out of the bushes, catching them before they touch down. They weigh almost nothing!
It stirs. A band around their head falls off... she's a girl.
Her hair is short cut and black. Her skin is tan, as though she lives her life outside... no... it's more realistic than that.... more like she was born like that..... wow... she smells of pine and earth. Maybe she is outside a lot. She is beautiful! I ask her silently her name, not expecting an answer.
'Why would it matter?'

This will make much more sense if you read this part

This next bit is written from the point of veiw of Rylon, a changeling aswell. He doesn't know he is. He sees Ax fall and rushes to save the person. He doesn't know he holds a girl, or a murderer. He just doesn't want her hurt.

The injured...

I spot a tree directly ahead of me. I float on an updraft toward it. I land on one of the lower branches, carefully avoiding contact with my shattered appendage. I phase back to human after checking that I'm in a safe position to do so.
I stumble almost immediately. I try to regain my balance and fail. I fall toward the earth. At the last second my hand snaps out, catching my entire weight between the frail fingers.
The impact jolts my arm. I stay in place for a second, to let the bones re-knit. Then I swing myself up, hanging from one leg. I let my body hang below. It stops me from losing too much blood.
The aforementioned blood drips slowly down my leg and torso, finally spattering against the earth below.
There's an alarming amount. I'm starting to get dizzy. My head hurts, my ethereal sight is fuzzy, and my breathing is labored. Slowly my real-world vision fades, then everything goes black.
My legs release and I remember nothing else.

The Failure.

TWANG!
The sound of arrowfire sings out over the small village.
I am running. I feel the ground pounding against my bare feet. The scent of pine needles breaking beneath my slight weight is overwhelming.
CRACK!
Intense pain shoots through my thigh. I stagger, but only for a moment. The arrow went straight through, splintering all the bones in the way.
I cry silently.
I try to see my bird form. I jump. The crow that is me flies off, one foot curled and one jutted out in an odd formation. The blood is going to give me away. I drop to the ground again, careful of the leg. I grab a peice of leather from my pouch, after going human. I wrap it around my leg, staunching the blood. Then I go crow. I fly toward the deeper forest.

The beginning....

Ax is a girl's name. An assassin. No one knows her real name, except you. Azhalia is Ax before she became... herself. She named herself. Ax was the name given by villagers. Azhalia was a change from her old name, Annalouise. She hated it with vengeance and passion. Stupid name. This is her story. Use it well. Tell no one of this knowledge.