“What is the meaning of life..?” asked a black eyed, dark skinned face, filled with loath for the world she is born in and the form given to her by the mysterious sorcerers. These soul bearing wizards seem to lurk behind everything alive and dead, flowing around unsolicited. She kept looking onward into the bright night sky filled with marvelous beauty and a form of darkness that only a few are beginning to understand. Forever in dispute with her feelings of what is right and what’s morally wrong has tormented her, but each step has only made her stronger. Though the strength thus forth attained has made her more alone than anyone can imagine possible. As time went on, she has come to accept it as she knows now that being a rebel is what she was born to be. Fighting for freedom selflessly for those who cannot stand up by themselves, with all her might, fills her with an exceptional ecstasy that cannot be described merely through words. It flows through her veins and drowns anyone who dares to stand in her way. Such is her reputation and stance. But seeing her on this blue moon night, talking to the stars, a traveler far in the distance, saw just a frail young woman who seemed lost.