The young girl sat across from her savior. The person was wearing a cloak, her hair down around her shoulders. Before waking up and seeing the mysterious woman, the girl could only remember her father's pained face and a sharp feeling of something running through her. She brought a hand to where she had felt the strange feeling and winced, feeling pain from the smallest bit of pressure. "I wouldn't do that," the woman told her. "You're lucky that I found you, kid. Do you have a name?"
The girl hesitantly answered. "M-my name is Rose Fell... I'm six. But... who are you?"
The woman smiled at the kid. "You can just call me 'Sensei'. I'll be teaching you and taking care of you from now on."
Rose tilted her head slightly. "But... what about mother?"
Sensei sighed. "I didn't want to tell you, kid, but she didn't make it..." as Rose was about to speak, Sensei spoke up again. "And nothing about your brother, either. You said his name in your sleep... 'Serin'."
Rose looked down. The young girl knew about death, and had often visited the Tower to try and help the priests there pray. "Thank you..."
Sensei handed the girl an orange. "Don't think about it. We all lost loved ones three days ago... all we can do is live with each other."
Rose nodded, peeling the orange. She offered Sensei half. "I promise to not disappoint you, Sensei."
Sensei smiled at the kid caringly. "And I promise to treat you like a parent would, Rose."
