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Three figures appeared on the horizon, the heat of the day distorting their silhouettes. A faint sound could be heard from their direction; laughter. Joyous, innocent, laughter, that flowed freely from their lips, as if nothing had changed since their younger days. As they came into clear view, it was obvious that their joy was true. Each was smiling as if the world had just become heaven, and their eyes showed nothing but glee. These three, obviously, were stronger then most.



Di was sitting on the wagon, her legs hanging from the edge. She looked amazing in the sunlight. Her hair fell to her waist, curling ever so slightly in the front, framing her face. Her skin was a flawless bronze color, and her deep brown eyes gazed off into the sky. She wore dozens of thin silver bangles on her delicate wrists, and dozens more necklaces hung from her neck. She wore a simple tie on tank top, with gorgeous Celtic designs stitched into the white clothe fabric. Her blue jeans were old and tattered, still looked amazing on her.

A small smile was barely visible on her lips as she listened to Seiha whisper a tune that was rarely heard any more. Seiha was just as stunningly beautiful as Di, her hair cut short and wild in the back, while long chunks of hair, and bangs that barely missed her eyes framed her face. With hair dye that was found several days before, she had dyed her hair to be black, with white tips. She wore a plain blue tank top, and tattered jeans as well. She wore a simple green bracelet on her wrist, and a black cord necklace with different colored beads woven into it. Her blue and green eyes twinkled with delight as she sang. Di joined in, in the same whisper, “Life is but a dream for the dead,”

“I still hate that song,” She said teasingly, looking to Rinis for her reaction.

Rinis only shook her head and laughed. “Liar. You’ve always loved that song,” Her smile was mischievous, and she was obviously planning on annoying her friend. “And you know it.” Rinis’s blue eyes twinkled with delight, as she looked to the ground, her purple hair covering half of her face. She wore a black choker on her neck, and many earrings upon her ears. She tucked her hair back, revealing her blue eyes. Rinis looked to Seiha and then to Di. Then, simultaneously, both Seiha and Rinis began to sing the song, loudly, and without mercy. Di held her hands to ears, and laughed childishly. “I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!” She told them, but they would not listen. She loved, and they all knew it.




The soft dawn light fell upon the crisp green fields. Di stood atop the hill looking down upon the small villages attackers. Those fools were a despicable excuse for human beings. Christine. They will pay.
Her icy glare was unmistakable. Revenge was about to be wrought. After all, the miserable fools had killed the innocent for their own pleasure. They had done everything she hated. They had killed Christine. The poor child. She was part of the new world's future, and they bludgeoned her from it.
She whistled for Clous, and then it began. Her mace swung in the air as she neared the twenty monsters. She was silent, and graceful. They never saw it coming.
One turned in time to see the mace before it struck. His scream pierced the air, causing the others to turn. Then the dance began. Some drew whatever weapons they had, only to be stricken down within moments. The rest ran for what life they had left. In the end, it was futile; their filthy blood was to stain the earth.
Fear had consumed them. They had crossed the Bear. Her soul roared in fury, her body movements were that of the blind rage of the Bear that has lost its cub. And the men of filth were all witness it before darkness consumed them.
Clous ran toward Di as she turned. She ran as fast as possible to meet the horse. She grabbed saddle horn and mounted, riding toward the last of the cowards. Her mace now at her side, she drew her twin swords.
The swords glistened in the gentle sunlight, their appearance betraying the beauty of the day. They quivered with the anticipation of revenge. They were Di’s most trusted weapons, and never failed her.
Engraved in each blade was a symbol In the left, a bear claw, and in the right, the moon emerging with the sun. Never did Di explain the reason for these engravings. She never had to.
The horse ran with grace and speed as Di showed the men what a woman could do. Her job was to protect to the innocent. And now she was doing just that. Her swords swung as the men met their end. Their blood splattered, and sunk into the true green ground, staining it, just as it should have happened.
Di straightened upon her mount, blood dripping from her weapons. The sun held her gently, creating the picture of perfection. Her long black hair hung lose upon her frail shoulders, her eyes showed a kind loving soul, and yet. She held two weapons. The sun was shining down upon a glorious warrior....



Seiha held Di as Rinis went out for Marec. Di sobbed, uncontrollably, unable to bear it any longer. She had killed, without a second thought. All for the sake of revenge. Seiha stroked her hair, and whispered, “They deserved it. You didn’t murder them. You only gave them what they deserved.” Di only shook her head, and wept.

Abruptly, Marec burst through the tent door, concern obvious in his eyes. “What’s happened?” He asked, looking to Di with worry. Seiha looked to him, her eyes showing only love for her friend, and sympathy.

“She’s killed those bastards, who raided the village.” Rinis whispered in his ear.
“Well then, why should she be upset?” He asked in the same tone he’d had for years.

Rinis smacked him firmly upon the head. “Damn it Marec! She’s killed somebody for the first time.”

“No she has-” He was about to reply, but Rinis once more smacked him in the head.

“Yes. She has. The battles don’t count. They fought her with intention to kill her, and she merely defended herself. But this time. Was cold revenge. She feels inhuman now.” Rinis whispered harshly. Marec shut up, and then knelt beside Di.
He looked to her and whispered, “You were only doing what you could, for the little girl. Di, don’t feel bad all right? If any one is inhuman, it was them. Hell. I’m more inhuman than you.”

Seiha looked to him and said, “Like that helps her at all.” Marec glared at Sehai, but said nothing.

“Di. Your only human, and you never have to do that again. But the fact that you did, is amazing.” With that, Marec ruffled her hair, and stood. “You two will be better at this than I will.” With that, the Fire Lord stepped out, and left Seiha and Rinis to comfort Di the best they could.
Rinis knelt beside her friend, and rested her hand upon her quivering shoulder. “Just let it out okay?” She whispered . And Di did. She wept, as Seiha and Rinis stroked her head, and whispered words she would never remember, but would always be grateful for as she wept herself to sleep.



Seiha stood there, a smirk on her face. “Try me.” She told the four men as they stood, ravenous grins upon their faces.

“Oh trust me missy, we will.” The bearish leader said. Oh, how she despised pigs like him Everything was theirs for the taking, because their damned Lord said so.

She raised her eyebrow, beckoning them to do their worst. And so they did. The two on the ends charged first. Both ran at her, determined to take hold of her. Seiha leapt into the air and allowed the idiots to pass her. She drew her sword in mid-air, deciding it would be rid of these morons the fastest. She whirled about, as the began to charge once more. She ran at them, and before they had a chance to defend themselves, severed their arms from their bodies, leaving them to fall and writhe.

She turned and smiled “sweetly” and said, “Next?”

The leader’s right hand man ran at her, two long swords drawn within and instant. Seiha only scoffed and awaited the man’s first move. He swung his swords quickly, and gracefully, but she parried his blow. She kneed him in the stomach, before hitting him on the head with her hilt, allowing him to fall to the ground, unconscious. The bear-man growled, his vein popping from his head.

“You’ll pay for that you witch.” He snarled, as he took his rifle from his back.

“Why thank-you,” She said, allowing him to aim his rifle. But before he could dare pull the trigger, she had sheathed her sword, and drawn her knife. The silver weapon glistened, even in the gray light. She twirled it about several times in her fingers, before grasping it tightly and pulling back, “This witch would rather not pay though.” And with that, she thrust it forward, and it flew with grace, and force. As true as the earth that holds us up, the knife lodged itself in the man’s head. He fell to the ground, just as they all did, dead.

Seiha wiped her sword of all blood in the grass outside, as he black trench coat flew in the wind. She looked ahead of her, and sighed. Filthy pigs. They thought they could get what ever they wanted out of me. Walking towards the camp, she bit her lip. If she told Marec of this, he may blow a gasket, and call her “Stupid girl,” And such. He was always like this.... She shook her head, as the wind picked up.

“Its cold,” She muttered, picking up her pace so she may be able to get to the fire faster.