A/N: Soooo, here's my new chappie!!! Thanks to my all of one reveiwer, and you evil 39 some-odd people who read and DIDN'T reveiw, although I know it is kind of hard to reveiw a paragraph. But now you've got no choice!! Muahaha! This one's long enough to reveiw! Muahahahahaha!!! Beware!!

The girl who looked to be in her late teens walked through the streets, unsure of who to talk to. The captain of the barge had said to look for the one called "Leader," but so far she hadn't met any one who looked like a leader to her. She was confused and felt slightly frightened. Oh, it wasn't that they were mean. On the contrary, everyone seemed to want to help her. But she felt so alone that she was completely unable to mutter three little words. She wore a simple dress, something she had picked up on her journey. She had not expected it to be so long, but it had turned out that the famous Village was very far indeed from her home.

She looked around, waving back at those who greeted her. This place was so different from her home! People seemed happy all of the time. Not the hollow, we-don't-know-any-better happiness that thrived where she came from, but true, free happiness that came simply from being alive. It was true that her home place was changing. She now occasionally heard pure laughter, a thing that was abundant here, and people did seem to treasure each other more, but it had been a hard transition, and many people were still struggling with it.

She saw no struggling here. Even those that were crippled or lacking limbs, people who would have immediately been killed in her town, were gladly and willingly helped. She stopped under the shade of one stall, trying to quell the nervousness that gripped her stomach. She looked around, completely mesmerized. "Can I help you?" asked the girl who ran the stall. The young woman whirled around, having been unaware that anyone was behind her. "Oh! Um, well, I'm looking for…"

"Oh! You're a new one, aren't you? I think Seer's on the welcoming team this week. I'm sure he can help you." The girl gave her directions and turned back to her work.

The teenaged girl walked along the path the stall keeper had pointed out. The keeper had seemed young, probably only a year or two into her job. She smiled. How often she forgot things here were not like her home! She had no way of knowing how long the girl had been working there. Probably it was a family business.

She reached a dwelling. She knocked on the door, all the nervousness returning full strength. What if this man, "Seer", thought she was stupid for not knowing who Leader was? Surely he usually greeted newcomers. What if he sent her away? What if… Her thoughts were cut off by the door opening. "Hello?"

"H-hello. I was told to come to the one they call Seer?"

"Ah, you are a new one. I see. Yes, I am Seer." She looked at his face and gasped, seeing the scars that covered his eyes. "Why… how did you…"

"Why am I called Seer if I am blind? How did I know you were new if I could not see you?" he said, finishing her unfinished questions. "I am called Seer because though I lack eyesight, I still see things that many people miss. And I knew you were new because I have not heard your voice before. Also, you have the fear that new ones often have."

She swallowed hard and looked down, embarrassed that he could see through her so easily. "It's alright. No need to feel embarrassed. Now, what is it that you need?"

"I-I'm looking for the one called Leader?"

"Ah, yes. You do need to talk to him if you are planning on taking up residence in our village. I assume you are?" She nodded, then added quickly, "Yes."

"Very well. I will introduce you to him tomorrow. It is too late now, and no doubt you are weary from your journey. You may stay here for the night. Kira!" This last was not directed at her. Another girl, closer to her age, came to the door. "Yes, father?"

"We have a visitor. Please set the table for another and prepare the guest room."

"Yes, father." She said, giving the new one a smile as she left to prepare.

After a dinner of fish, bread, and salad, Kira showed the young woman to her room. "Here's where you'll be staying, at least until you get a house." The girl sat on the bed. "Thank you, Kira."

"You might want to call me Threader. Most people here do. Only my father still calls me by my old name."

"Oh. Well then, thank you, Threader."

"Why did you come to Village in the first place? It's alright if you don't want to tell, many who have come here don't like to speak of their pasts."

"No, it's alright. I was not escaping the place I came from, if that's what you're asking. I came here because I'm looking for someone. I'm not sure he's here, but there are so many people here, from all over. I'm sure that if he's not here, then someone comes from where he is now."

"I bet so. Well, get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll take you to see Leader. If anyone can help you, he can." The girl got in the bed. Threader walked over to the door. As she left, she blew out the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

A/N: So, how was it? Personally, I think it was pretty dang good! So, reveiw now. Do it now, do it now, do it now! Or feel my squirrely wrath!!!! We do have squirrely wrath, you know. It's one of those "hidden nature" things. Seriously, reveiw! Reeeveiw-eiw-eiw-eiw. PRESS THE STUPID SHINY PURPLE BUTTON, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!

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