Name: Raven

Age: Same as Crow

Personality: You take after your dad a lot and you're very much a tomboy. You like to tinker with stuff (duel runners) and you built everything you own; nothing was bought. You really like kids, but you think that if you took care of any you would just end up hurting them.

Background: You were the only child and you always got what you wanted, in a way, at least. Your family didn't have much money, so they found you the parts and you built it yourself. You found it more fun that way, so you didn't complain. It was your dream to become a turbo duelist, but the only ones who supported your dream were your parents. Everyone else thought that you wouldn't make it because you were a girl. Your parents died when you were 15, and without them you broke down.

What you look like:

Chapter 1:

You sat in the back of the alley, examining the middle of the campsite. There had always been tents there, but now there was evidence of a fire in the middle of the open area between the buildings. No-one could get to your hideout, not unless they could fly. You decided the best thing to do was start packing up. After all, if one person could find you, the rest would soon follow.

You heard shouts from outside, so you slipped on your gloves and got ready to fight. From across the canyon, you saw someone on a black duel runner being chased towards the canyon. He flipped a switch on his runner and wings popped out in the back. So he can fly. That would explain a lot. He landed on your side of the canyon and you hid behind a building, wanting to use this opportunity to learn as much about him as you could.

Of course, he jumped off his runner and headed straight for your tent. He was going to find out you were here. Normally, there you didn't leave anything around, but you had just packed up and your suitcase was still sitting on you unrolled sleeping bag. Damn it.

He walked inside and you could hear him muttering something about someone finding him, too. I wandered over to his runner and examined the wings. One had gotten a little scratched when he landed, but the craftsmanship was skilled. Here went nothing.

You walked inside the tent, startling him and causing him to swing a punch at you. You caught it with ease and flipped him onto the ground, placing your foot lightly on his chest. It was more of a warning to not stand than it was a way to pin him. "How did you find me?" you asked, getting straight to business. You could worry about the runner later.

"Hang on," he urged, sliding your foot off his chest and propping himself up on his elbows. "I was going to ask the same of you. After all, you have to be able to fly in order to cross that canyon."

"A valid point. Speaking of which, nice runner. That still doesn't answer why you're here, who you are, or any other questions about you or where you come from. So, I suggest you start talking." You put your foot on his chest again and pushed him back to the ground, this time a lot more forcefully.

He frowned and grabbed your ankle. He sat up, pulling your ankle forward, causing you to lose your balance and fall next to him.

"How about we make this a civilized conversation first? I might be more willing to spill that way." You nodded and sat back up, yanking your ankle away from him. You both sat up and just sort of stared at each other for a minute, wondering who was going to speak first. It was him.

"So, I got here on my runner. But, how did you get here?"

"I flew, just like you did. Well, okay, I go a less conspicuous route, but I flew over the canyon, just like you."

"So, you've got wings, too?" I nodded. "Can I see your runner?"

"I suppose," you hesitated. "Come on. It's a little bit of a walk." You stood and held out your hand to him, surprised that you trusted him this much. He took it and stood, brushing the dust from your boot off of his shirt. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine. Anyway, let's go!" You led him through the maze of buildings to where you stored your runner. "Crow," he startled you.

"What?"

"My name's Crow."

"Raven," you replied. You walked the rest of the way in silence, until you got to the makeshift garage you had fashioned out of spare wood. You swung open the door, and Crow gasped. For living where you did, you had a pretty sweet ride. It looked pretty much like Crow's except yours had navy blue stripes where his had yellow. A beam of light hit one of the wings, causing both of you to squint a little.

"Shiny," he observed. He walked inside and you followed, closing the door behind you. You flipped the light switch, revealing a couple tables with spare parts and a dresser in the far corner. A family portrait sat in the middle, encased in a simple wooden frame.

He reached for the picture, then stopped. "May I?" You nod slightly, looking at the floor. He picked it up and examined it for a minute. "Are these your parents?"

"Yes," you force out, holding back tears.

"What happened to them?"

"I don't know. I think it had something to do with this group called Arcadia. And there were these other guys who called themselves Yliaster. They're both gone now. I don't think they're dead, but I don't think they're on Earth anymore either. It's just this weird feeling I have. You probably think I'm crazy."

"Arcadia and Yliaster?" he set the picture down and his head snapped up.

"What? Do the names mean something to you?"

"Not me, but my friend might know something."

"Are you saying...?"

"Come on, I'll lead you there." You took a deep breath, wondering if you should trust him enough to follow him. It was then that you realized you had just told him what happened to your parents. You had never done that before. At this point, you didn't have much of a choice.

"Okay, but I don't really want to take my runner into the town. I'm afraid it'll get stolen."

"That's fine, I'll drive," he grinned and reached for your wrist. He grabbed your hand and a sharp pain shot up your arm. You winced and pulled her arm away, rolling up her sleeve. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. It just started hurting when you grabbed my hand." He raised one eyebrow.

"I think you just didn't want to hold my hand."

"I'm being serious, Crow!"

"Sure you are, now come on!" he reached again and the pain returned. You glanced at your arm, only to see that it had a slight glow to it. Crow noticed and stared. "What the-?" You screamed in pain as an infinity symbol was slowly carved into your arm. One half glowed red, and the other glowed purple. You dropped to your knees and grabbed the symbol, willing the pain to stop. The symbol faded, leaving no sign that it was there in the first place.

"We really have to get you to my friend. He'll know what this is all about."

"I feel dizzy."

"No, he – what, what?"

"I think I'm gonna black out." You fell back, and the last thing you felt was another sharp pain as your head hit the pavement.