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Kitara makes sure her quiver and bow are on her back, her sword at her side, before she makes her way through the forest. The forest is silent, her ears picking up nothing in the daylight.

She continues to walk, though she feels that she must, for once, leave the forest. Something's not totally right or else she has to go somewhere to help someone. She stops in the middle of the pathway before glancing around. No one around, or is there?

The elf thinks she hears someone but, standing still for a few minutes, can't figure out if anyone is nearby. She shrugs and walks out of the forest, noticing mountains nearby.

"The mountains of Rol," she whispers, "That means the village of Eko is nearby."

She continues walking searching for the village of Eko.

In the middle of the destruction of Tearn stands a young girl. She is albino, and her white hair catches in the wind and whips around her head. She does not move, does not cry, simply stands over her mother and father. Finaly, after what seems like an eternity, she bends down and touches her mother face. She closes the eyes that are still open. The red blood that seeps from her mother stains her white dress, but she does not seem to notice. She speaks softly, but with resolution.

"I don't have any fighting power... I don't have any magic... But I promise you... I will avenge you." She stands again. Now it is time for the long, hard work of burying those she loves.

She finishes the graves a few weeks after she starts. Her hands have blisters and her face is tear streaked but she is resolute. She goes into the building that was once her home and gathers what belongings are not destroyed. She puts them in a bag and walks out the door. Then she turns to face the old, weary house. Taking out a box of matches, she sets it on fire. And she knows, there is no turning back.

Turning away from the graves and the burning building she walks away from the village of Tearn. She is not particularly powerful. She knows no weapons, nor does she know magic. But she has promised herself that she will find the ones who did this and destroy them, or die trying.

"Do you mean to tell me you don't recognise your own cousin?" Darian says, laughing slightly but meaning what he had said. It would be understandable if she did not, they had only met once and that had only been for a brief time.

"My cousin?" Kitara asks, frowning as she stops walking. She turns to him and studies his face for a bit.

Shaking her head, she says, "I do not remember you, but I do remember meeting my cousin a long time ago... I don't recall his name but he was son to my mother's brother. Moonleaf was their last name."

The elvish lady almost drops her quiver from her back when she hears this.

"You're Moonleaf? Darian?" Kitara asks, blinking sharply, "Are you serious?"

"Wow! You look so different than last time," the navy-blue haired elf says before smiling, "Then again, we saw each other when we were much younger..."

She secures her quiver before laughing, "Let's try... well, a long time ago."

Shaking her head, she says, smiling, "Well, cousin Darian, it's so good to see you again."