Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just enjoy using them.
Taking the Fight Out of the Girl
Things were exactly the same, yet completely different. She didn't have the same drive she used to. There was a time when, in battle, the rest of the team would partner up. Having an odd number of members meant that one person was left by themselves. It was always her, and she was fine with that. She didn't need the help anyway, but now things just weren't the same.
She would come home with extra bruises, extra cuts, and more pain than she was used to. As far as she could tell there was nothing different in her technique, and it didn't seem like the people she fought were anymore skilled. She kept her battle scars to herself, hiding the superficial ones under her long cloak until she was able to heal them. But it seemed as though the scars were not healing as they should have been. There was only one reason that she could think of as to why she wasn't fighting or healing herself as well as she used to. Her heart was no longer in it.
It wasn't as if she didn't want to help people any longer, but not like this. The daily routine was getting to be too confining for this bird. She had to be involved with something mind, body, and soul, or she couldn't perform properly. With much thought she had decided to gather her teammates, show them her battle scars, and explain to them why she was no longer going to be fighting by their side.
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>AN: Just a small prologue to see if there's any interest in this story before I continue on. I have the first chapter almost complete, but I'd rather see what everyone thinks before I press on. Comments and criticisms are requested and appreciated. Thank you.