The streets had finally come alive once again.
Moonfall, the city that never sleeps, where bright lights and music were always prominent. Sidra was born here and it was where she had spent most of her life, she was accustom to the lifestyle and the way the people acted - so full of life, so full of joy. It was strange to think that the world outside these colourful walls was in such chaos. That there were people out there who did not know the pleasures of dancing and fun. Her life had been so filled with laughter, she truly pitied anyone that was not given the chance to do the same. Anyone who had forgotten what it was like to smile.
The stories of the Blackhearts were haunting her thoughts, their past's were all so depressing and full of horror, she could not imagine what they had been through. How they must feel, maybe she would hate the world too if she did, maybe she would be as bitter and cold as they seemed to be. She wanted to scream at them, tell them that the world was still a beautiful place and there were still good people in it. Living a life so corrupted with darkness and hate was no good for anyone, she wanted to hug them, mother them, like she had done many of her friends in the academy. She knew they did not want her sympathy... if anything they would want her blood, their revenge. Her pale fists clenches, discomfort obvious in her pale eyes.
For some reason she could not help but feel slightly guilty about the hole thing. It was her kind that was causing all of this suffering, the majin might be hated but the way she saw it people had good reason to hate them. Most were not like her, they could not control their hunger. A few times she had been tempted to take a Witches Heart for herself, but she had resisted, she had resisted because she was strong... because she was better than that, better than them. They were not the same, she refused to think that she was anything like those monsters, that all had to fall under the same category. They wanted to know how strong she was, well that was how strong she was. She had not let power control her when so many had fallen its victim.
The sun was setting and the stars were starting to appear in the sky, the silver haired witch made her way away from the bulk of the crowed and instead started to walk the back alleys, the wings on her back giving her a soft blue aura. If nothing else she had a promising career as a lantern if the Blackhearts rejected her.
