How can you see when you've been blind your whole life? How do you tell someone your feelings when your voice is no longer there? And why would anyone care about a small bit of paper? Multi-chapter story. Orange Sorbet-centric Fic, Crosshares as well. Rated T for Language, Violence, alluded Lemon and one scene of semi-graphic Gore. [STORY COMPLETE] (...how?)

Tempered by fire, and as beautiful as crystal, but in the end, their shape is still that of an animal. Velvet Scarlatina's quest to survive the outside world, control the biggest bunch of miscreants and psychotics Vale has ever seen, become a mighty warrior and huntress, and maybe, just maybe, even graduate from school.

For him, the night was supposed to end. The Dream would come to a close and he had done his best in his service as a Hunter. He would awake in the new dawn and make the most of what remained of his life. But a new nightmare threatens the Hunter's Dream and a foreign world. The young hunter is thrown into a different world of huntsmen and huntresses to warn them, to save them.

After awakening in the new world, Lightning and the others embark on what they hope will be a relatively uneventful final journey - making their way to a normal life. Unfortunately, things aren't shaping up to be quite as easy as they had hoped. (Rating for later chapters and some sporadic, more colorful language.)