Ara's begining!:

A dark shadow loomed over the desert village of Cyan. Night had stumbled in, a time the townsfolk dreaded. At the recent years, a mysterious thief had hidden themself amongst every normal day being. Only striking at night, in this town, no house nor passer by was safe having precious jewels, money, and other possessions of value. Nights grow to years, and the villagers became suspicious of a certain Fox called Calla. The thief had been carrying a pack that cried when they were almost discovered. Calla was pointed at because she recently had a child of her own, a little girl in her liking called Ara. Not even knowing her daughter's journey had begun, Calla continued to hide her true way of life from Cyan Village throughout years.

7 years later...

"Where will we go tonight, mom?" Ara asked. In the past weeks, the young fox had been following her mother on "missions" during the night. "You'll see, hon." Calla winks as she hung up a piece of laundry. The shack of a home the two lived in together was small, but livable, and the only way to hide the secret.
A sudden, loud knock on the wood door made Ara jump inside. "I'll get it!" she happily called. Rushing over to the board and swinging it open, Ara was even more surprised by who made the knock. A stern-looking, Snake-like being stood there, glaring at the young fox with dangerous eyes. Calla looked over Ara's shoulder to see who it was at the door.

"Hello, ma'am. Come in, please." she said. Ara's ears detected a note of a nervous shake in her mother's voice as she told her to go get some water from the well. Taking her trusty water pole, a pole of wood with 2 buckets for water at the ends, Ara set off for the well.

The evening sky blazed above with a dark, peachy orange streaming from the sun's resting place. Somehow, everything was eerily quiet, normal, but quiet. It was as if the world was waiting for something, something malicious...Ara dipped the buckets into the water slowly, watching her surroundings for even the slightest showing of life.

Suddenly, a shriek cried out from the small home Ara and her mother shared. Turning to the house, Ara's eyes wide with fear, the wooden board creaked open. What Ara saw next will stay with her life forever. The glaring, snake eyes of the person at the door locked into hers, stabbing her with pain and fear of what had happened.

Rushing back to her home, the buckets of water sloshed off the pole that was plastered tightly into Ara's hand. Tears stained and hit the scared fox's face as she stumbled her way to the door.

The shaken 7 year-old's eyes rose from the ground to the silent room before her. Before her lay the limp body of the beloved one she knew as-

"Mother!" she cried, pulling her self clumsily to her feet. She tripped more into the room and to the side of Calla. "Mother!" she pressed on, "Wake up, mom! Please..." tears fell like a river from her face, "Please...wake up...mom...." She began to shake the body of her mother.

Nothing happened.

Her breathing began to shake. What happened? Did....that thing....no..... Ara's vision, though clouded by the tears that still fell, lead her to the entrance of her home. She had to run. That...that thing from before....They killed her....I've got to.... A rage surged through Ara as she realized what happened. That person from before, that snake killed her mother.

Using the pole that was still stuck to her palm to stand, Ara ran with all her strength outside. Darkness had struck the village, the sun just peeking over the horizon and giving way to a long shadow leaving the village.

"Hey!" Ara's horse voice shouted to it. "Stop!" The being paused.

"You. You're her daughter, correct." The snake shouted back, not turning around.

"What did you do to Mother! Tell me, who are you, you Monster!" Ara shouted back, her grip tightening on the pole still in hand.

The snake turned around to look at the scared fox with her arrow eyes "Viper." was all she replied with. The snake began to walk away once again.

"Viper..." Ara echoed to herself. She stood there for a long while, maybe a few minutes or a few hours. Everything was taken in as Viper grew into a line across the sun's resting place.

Eventually, Ara snapped out of her trance. Loosening her grip on the pole, she ran back to her former home, the little old shack. She had to leave. Something, she didn't know what, provoked that kill.

Gathering all she could and that she would need, Ara took her bundle to the door. a sudden creeking made her jump and turn around. A cabinet her mother kept only to herself was somehow opened. Inside, an outfit matching her mother's, two bracelets with knifes jutting from the sides, and a note.

Taking the note, Ara read:

"Dear my precious daughter,

Times are begining to be tough in our business. The town is now starting to point fingers at us, realizing who is taking and selling all they have. It's a dangerous road to take, this life I've lead you to. If anything happens to me, I leave you these things. I know you'll grow into the clothes, if you haven't already, but the braces have always fit me. Now that you've read this, I want you to always keep smiling that same happy face I loved. I love you, hon.

Mom"

Ara nodded to the paper and looked over to her mother's body. This was her will, her dying wishes...Her hand clenched the paper.

She placed it on the floor next to her as she grabbed the clothes and the braces.

Gazing upon what her mother had left her, Ara slips on the bracelets. A good fit. The clothes would take time to grow into, like the note said, but the fox still packed them too.

Now, everything said and done, Ara left behind her house, the death of her mother, the gaze of that monster, Viper, and the village she once knew as home. Her feet took her onward, to where, she did not know. The only thing that the desert village of Cyan can remember is that there was no more stealing regularly from the mysterious thieves.