It was a lovely Sunday morning. The air was crisp and the wind blew like a waving sail of a ship. The sun just appeared over the horizon, and it gleamed on the water with great beauty. Not a cloud was in the sky. It was going to be a beautiful day.

Chase, who had now grown into a stunning twelve year old girl, awoke with the sun shining into her eyes. She crawled out of bed and did not wait for one of the maids to help her dress. It was too early anyhow. She had planned to take a stroll down near the water. The place she had in mind, thought, was somewhere that she was not aloud. There were various weapons stored there, and only authorized personnel could enter.

As she glided down the stairs in a plain peach-colored dress, she left a note for her parents in case they had started to worry. Though, she did not explain her whereabouts.

Chase opened the door, took in a deep breath, smiled, and headed out.