She let out a sigh. "You're...the last one."

"Whatever."

"Don't act that way!" She vehemently barked. "I'm really...going to miss you."

"Why...does that matter? In time I'll just become a fading memory and you will not recall me in a few years."

"No, Jet, I won't forget you; Any of you!" She protested with emotion. "You should know that."

"You've always been too naïve and stubborn." Jet spat. "I don't...care about memories so...this will be the very last time I'll see you on purpose."

"But," Her trembling lips escaped.

"So long." He walked from the lone crying woman with a wave. His scarves flying in the warm wind.

"Yeah...so long." She silently muttered.

Five years ago the Maxwell Gang went their separate ways. Being four strengthened them, but it also pointed them out as the murderers of Lamium. Each went their way. Gallows returned to Baskar Colony. Clive returned to his home in Humphrey's Peak. Jet went...nowhere known or permanent, and Virginia was headed for Boot Hill.

Rather than do the latter though, Virginia has instead wandered everywhere but Boot Hill. Blazing her own path and letting her wings ruffle in the wind. Taking jobs where she could. Offers to join a team came her way and she declined each one. Offers to join, or 'partnerships' only made her wander father away.

Since five years ago her heart has become vaguely cold. Without the care of friends she has drifted away from herself as well. She only has visited Gallows and Clive on three occasions for each. She has been to each of their homes to rest two times, and there was the time they had a gathering of the old group—sans Jet—last year. She was disappointed they were not full, and the party was not so boisterous.

Her ARMs drawn she entered the musty dungeon caverns. A quiet stride. Her lavender dress—a new one—remained silent. Her layered long hair no longer in a ponytail, but in a bun. Her desire currently was to find the Lockheart Gem for an employer. It also was a case of her past. This dungeon was a remote headquarters at one time for the Council of Seven. Intriguing to a point. Virginia suddenly had a second reason that went beyond the job.

Entering a dank room she glanced at a rusted locker. Creeping into the room she came to a stop at the locker. She could not get it open. Standing back she flung multiple Tindercrests at the locker until it grew red. At that point she broke it with shots from bullets. As the dust settled in the room she stared into the dark locker. Something lied at the bottom and glanced at it. She picked it up gingerly. It was a journal. She was about to glance into it she heard a noise and simply put it into a pouch she carried.

Returning to the halls the torches that lighted them moved violently. Something was up. She moved cautiously about the halls and found the end to them in a room with a pond of pure water. Growing outward from a rock deep in the water was the very gem that she came to find. Breaking it off she took it and placed it in the same pouch turning for her way out.

As she did so she returned to the large room that acted as a foyer to the caves. That was when the torches in that room went out. She glanced around in confusion as she used the light from the outside sun to see. A growling was heard and the sound of a slurping gritting of teeth echoed through the area. She could not find what it was. She just knew it was no friend.

Turning in shock she finds the beast preparing to swipe her. It's claws large and very capable of cutting through her body. She was dead-meat. Or, so she thought. The next thing she saw was multiple hits taking the beast down and an echoing of an ARM.

As it quieted she sensed another body and glanced a shadow darting away. She was terrified still. She could feel nothing now. She was confused, and was not sure of the circumstance.

For the past five years she has been thrown into similar events. She was always about to be killed, and she had no final defense, and then something mysteriously killed the beast. This time she actually saw something that told her there was some shadow following her and stopping death from hitting her. She just did not understand it yet.

Standing on her feet firmly she cursed to herself. She was still too weak. She did not need the others! She did not need them to be strong. She was a strong person. That was the truth.

Virginia was not going to be weak. She should have been able to save herself all those times. She was strong enough to. She had the gem to prove it. So, she left to exchange it for gella.

She received the right amount of money and it was as she left that she remembered the journal. She looked at it real quick. She read on a glance that it mentioned 'Werner'. That intrigued her from there.

So she went to the front and found something totally different. It said Elakatrina, and had a name crossed out and Maxwell added. Must have been her maiden name Virginia mused. She did not quite remember what it was herself.

Then her eyes came to the words 'Shadow of the Sun'. It gave maps and directions and multiple other things, but she could not read all of them due to some poor handwriting and some misunderstanding of words she did not recognize.

So, she headed for the local Inn here in Jolly Roger. She would get herself a room and wash up. That was first on her agenda and then she would read from the journal of her mother. That was her plans.

But, then she looked to the roof of the ARM Smith. A shadow moved across it and behind a wall. Was it the same one or just some random coincidence? She was worried and slightly scared by that.

'Shadow of the Sun.' What was it? She was intrigued as Clive would be by such a thing. It definitely was her next goal.