A light exists in Spring

Not present on the Year

At any other period.

When March is scarcely here

After the darkness, the smoke, the shadows and the fade to gray, stands a woman in green. Her face painted, she approached the large, lavish Kemurikage hideout and the red doors, bearing a golden, dragon doorknob, completely alone. She took a deep breath, balling five shaking fingers that never before did such things.

"Take my hand!"

"No!"

"Come on! I'll show you!"

"You won't tell a soul about this?"

"Never! Not even Mai".

"Better?"

"Perhaps…I guess I'll keep you around

A gloved fist raised to the door. Just one knock. Just a "Hi" or "How 'ya doin". That's all. It's been over three years anyway.

"She'll be a memory years from now. It's just a faze, Ty".

The smash of the red, wine-filled, golden goblet against the wooden-panel of the Fire Temple's dining quarters was unexpected.

The fist dropped and the woman in green faded into the sunset, yet not before golden eyes watched everything from the top floor window drapery.