--Gitane made her way through the dark forest restlessly, her pale green saber providing the only light other than the occasional lightning splitting the clouded distance of the sky. Her foot hooked onto a moss-covered root and she flew forward. A low, rather trembling growl escaped her throat as she collided with the ground.

Her saber clattered against the ground as the blade was swallowed into the dark hilt, leaving Gitane in complete darkness. Though the girl normally preferred darkness and solitude to company, she let out a soft whimper. Reaching over to grasp the hilt, Gitane sat up against her knees. Her mind screamed with thoughts; memories of a past she'd thought she killed so long ago...

Drops of cool, clear liquid began splashing against her skin as she sat alone in the midst of the forest. She tilted her head back, finding slight comfort at the touch of the rain before memories again seeped into her mind. Silently, she pleaded for her eldest brother. He might at least understand...--