She was training. He watched her from the shadows, watched as the moonlight rippled through her long, dark hair. It was beautiful. He had loved her since he had first glimpsed her. Well, not her specifically. Her fighting style. It was fluid, graceful. She was as swift and subtle as a summer breeze. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to train with her...he got shivers just thinking about it. Suddenly, she stopped and looked around cautiously. Then she quickly picked up her water bottle and hurried home. He watched as she walked away. One day...one day he could have her.