1Prologue p

A young girl stood in a clearing in the middle of the forest. She was peculiar. Long silver hair flowed to the middle of her back. Her purple eyes were alert. She was tall for her age, five feet three inches. She looked at the clear sky and announced, "It is going to rain soon." p

A younger girl poked her head of a nearby cave "You sure Tura?" she asked. She had brown hair, hazel eyes and was shorter then her sibling by almost a whole foot. p

"Quite sure" was Tura's reply. p

Another head younger then the two others looked out. "They're coming back aren't they?" She had golden hair and blue eyes and was the shortest of the three. p

"No, they aren't Paz" proclaimed Tura. "Someone is coming, but not them." p

"Others? Why is it always us?" asked the brown haired girl. p

"Do you know anyone else in our position, Pres?" asked Tura. The other girl shook her head. "Of course not." She returned to the cave, shaking her head as rain started to fall. p