She woke with a start fighting the urge to scream. That blasted dream again! Tonight marked the tenth day in a row that Jendayi had been haunted by that particular dream. Haunted was the only way to describe the dreams affect on her. That boy with his overly bright blue eyes, eyes that were entirely too full of wisdom and entirely out of place in that young face; looking into those eyes gave Jendayi gooseflesh and the shivers. Then there was the matter of that woman. At the thought of the woman in her dreams, Jendayi pulled the blankets closer about her, hoping that they would become a protective shield.

That woman with her eerie star filled eyes caused Jendayi to cower so. Yet, her eyes as spooky as they are, was not what Jendayi feared the most about the woman. It was her outfit and by extension, what it signified. It was the deepest of black; a color only worn by Shin'a'in Sword Sworn on the trail of a blood feud. By her eyes and her clothing, Jendayi knew who the lady in her dreams was; there could be no denying her identity now. That woman was her ancestral Goddess known as the Star-Eyed in her aspect as the Warrior.

Jendayi feared the black because the Shin'a'in wore it only when they were on the quest for a blood debt. It was the call of a blood feud that had taken her beloved father away from her. It did not help matters that at the time of her mother's murder she had only been four. When her father did not return for her, she figured that he only loved her mother and that was why he stayed as long as he had. It never occurred to her that he might have died in his quest to revenge his mate's pointless death.

The family that eventually took her in said she had nothing to cry about. After all, Jendayi was only a half-blooded bastard child of some barbaric warrior, it is not like any self respecting Shin'a'in barbarian would accept her. Jendayi had always thought otherwise, that she had only to make her plight known to any self respecting Shin'a'in barbarian and they would have taken her in. Though she had only the example of her father to base such thoughts off, Jendayi would have sworn that most Shin'a'in treasured children. She almost went as far as to run away, except she did not know which clan her father belonged too and more importantly how to find them.

The images from her past the Star-Eyed drudged up were of no matter to her. What scared her, truly, was the fact that it was the Star-Eyed Herself visiting Jendayi in her dreams. The repeated appearance of some deity in your dreams was enough to drive the mad to insanity. Jendayi was beginning to question her own sanity. Despite the fear she had of the Star-Eyed, it was the masculine voice calling from the mists that filled her with absolute terror. That bell toned voice filled with such longing and agony gave her great hesitation. Her dreams were pleading with her to go and become something and Jendayi was not certain if she wanted that.

With a groan and a heavy sigh, she climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathing chamber. After a nice long soak in a tub of hot water, a soak that completely woke her up. She meandered her way back to her bedroom a plan forming in her mind. Jendayi had never thought herself to be an adventurous person; however, she decided it was time she did something about that. So she was going to do something completely out of character, she was going to answer that nagging call in her dreams. It was a choice that could prove risky but Jendayi was sick of being cautious.

There was once a time in her life when she had been reckless and did not give a damn about consequences. But that was back when she was younger and after a particularly nasty life lesson, Jendayi proceeded to cage herself in. Morphing herself into a timid old maid long before her time. Jendayi had not ventured far from her doorstep, or the small village she now lived in, in over a decade. Her sudden cowardness was always part of the discussion down at the local tavern, especially when everyone remembered that she was not from around these parts originally. The thought of being adventurous lead Jendayi to thinking about her one and only adventure in her misbegotten youth.