Okay, I got a piece of Little Red project done. I think I'm okay with this start. It's kind of working for me. The italic part is the part I had at the end of Hideous Beast, for those of you who did not read it (but you should. And you should review too!)

She sat by her open window, brushing her long dark brown hair over her shoulder. The warm summer nights were refreshing after the long winter, and she planned on enjoying them. Her similarly dark brown eyes stared at the large wall that the sun was setting behind. The Wall had surrounded the town, isolating them from everything east of the giant wall. In fact, nobody in the town could remember the large walls being built; everybody only knew that outside the walls was mortal danger.

Monsters lurked outside the Wall, and with out a greater force, their town was to be isolated from the rest of the continent. Every once in a while, she would question the good the Wall did. She would wonder if it was worth loosing land, advancement, and intelligence over monsters so few had seen. Then, at night, she would hear the howls, or a soldier would be dragged in a bloody mess from an attack. At those times, she would suppress a shiver and sneak back to her room. Having never seen the beasts that roamed outside their Wall, she could only imagine what a gruesome sight they were.

Her thoughts were brought to a stop when she looked down to see a small figure climbing down the side of their mansion. The little figure hopped to the tree and dropped down to the garden beneath. She could only role her eyes and sigh, already knowing who it was. Her sister, Xiao, had always been one to sneak out. Whether it was to avoid lessons or because she was meeting that mysterious admirer, Xiao did not stay in her room for very long anymore. The older Qiao, Da, could only hope that her sister was making the right chooses.

Setting down the brush, and braiding her hair, Da rose from her seat and closed her window. Locking in shut, she blew out all of the candles in her room and slid into bed. She slipped into her dreams, unknowing that her sister would once again make her question all she believed in, but with the added bonus of putting her life on the line.

She stood before the railing to her balcony. Only in her nightgown, refusing to waste time with changing outfits. Her coat lay over her arm, the black cloth clashing with her white dress. She knew that if she put the cloak on, if she finished step one, there was no going back. She would have to go.

Taking a deep breath, and taking a glance at the letter in her other hand, she pulled the cloak over her shoulders, tied it, and pulled the hood forwards. The fur lining the hood blocked some vision, but it hid her features perfectly. Pocketing the letter, putting it next to her weapon of choice, she slipped over the railing.

Reaching to a tree branch, she climbed down and moved through the town by shadows. She only stopped when she came to The Wall. The one thing keeping the town safe, keeping the monsters out. The one thing keeping her from her sister. She walked to the iron bars that stopped civilians from going atop The Wall. Thanking her deceased mother, who had been small like her, she slipped between the bars with little pain and took the stairs two at a time.

Once on top, in the full moon light, she dove between two barrels. A soldier was doing his patrol. She curled up, heart thundering so hard her chest hurt. The night soldiers were the best, because the monsters were at their best at night. And a soldier alone is more observant than one with a friend.

She bit her bottom lip and tried to think of an excuse. A reason for being there, dressed like that. When she could hear his steps, the sound of splintering wood caused her and the soldier to jump. As the crashing continued, the soldier drew his sword and rushed past her. She stayed between the barrels until no more soldiers ran past. Safe, she ran the other way.

She quickly found the rope she had hidden that day on a 'tour' of the wall and dashed to the watch tower she had chosen. Scooting to the outside, the side facing the forest, on a ledge, she tied the rope to one of the stones that jutted out. Not thinking about the dangers, she climbed down with a quick prayer that the rope would be there upon her return. Feet touching the ground, she rushed to the cover of the trees.

Feeling safer, she pulled the cloak off and switched it out to the vibrant red. Fully switched, she donned it. Pulling the hood up, tucking her long dark brown hair away, she looked forward to the trail mentioned in the letter. Refusing to think about what kind of trap it could be, she had done that in the week of waiting, she moved forward.

She walked tall, shoulders squared, and looking ahead. She would not look like prey to the monsters. She would not look afraid, and if she had to die it would be with some grace. One hand on her weapon, the other moving away low branches, she counted her steps. She continued, unthinking of anything but the steps she took, until she came to the clearing. There, she stopped.

The moon glowed above the clearing, lighting it. No trees covered it, and it left her feeling afraid. Unprotected. Like a target. She couldn't bring herself to move, not even when she spotted a figure in the clearing. Her palms sweated, and breathing became difficult.

The figure spun around and jumped a bit before skipping towards her. She bit her bottom lip, and realized what she had to look like. Refusing to look pathetic, in front of the monsters or her little sister, she tightened her grip on her weapon and entered the clearing.

Her little sister looked no different. Her hazel eyes sparkled with joy, and her golden brown hair bounced in its ponytail. Her skin was unscarred, and still its porcelain color. She wore a pretty summer dress, with ribbons in her hair and around her neck. Her smile grew, reaching her eyes fully, as she came to a stop before her elder sister.

"I'm so happy you came! I feared you wouldn't!" she said, clapping.

"I had to, Xiao." Her grip on her weapon loosened and she gave her a small smile.

Alright, this is done. Very short, I know. But I'm not writing much, so I wanted to at least get the start up. I might move better if I know people are waiting for it.