Ok, so I'm a bit late, I know, but I didn't want you guys to have a seriously short read (for any who are reading) So I thought this would be better than the little scraps I have. I PROMISE training starts tomorrow!

Disclaimer: Blah blah, mine, blah, not mine.

So lemme know what you think k? I'm getting kinda nervous that people don't like it and/or read it, so this whole fanfic thing is just a mistake and I should keep my crappy stories to myself. Oh, and I know, a little off, but I was in health ok? we were watching stuff about SUICIDE. Not the greatest background noise to be writing a story with eh. Umk, well, I'll update sometime... next month! (Notice: End of month is tomorrow! I'm not giving it this huge length, just not tomorrow!)

Happy Halloween!

SWEEP! Wina Signed as she lowered her glaive, sweat beading across her forehead.

She had just finished the dance pattern Hashi-kayo, the most complex dance pattern taught by the imperial pattern dancers.

Wina had barely mastered it before she had left the islands, and was already stumbling on the climactic combinations.

In frustration she threw her glaive – blade end down. After realizing the stupidity and slip of anger, Wina slowly knelt beside her glaive running her hands gently over the smooth poll arm, checking for fractures in its polished enamel. Content that the glaive was unharmed, Wina checked the floor where the blade had hit.

The boards that lined her floor had the look of a high polished shine that held them together. One board seemed out of place—the same board that her glaive had hit, showing a small opening underneath. With some strength and effort, Wina was able to lift the three foot long board out of its normal spot. Wina gasped.

She had uncovered a trove of personal possessions. As she gently shifted the hay that protected the items, Wina found a griffin brooch, a pair of ice skates and a letter written in a different language that Wina could not read.

At the top of the paper, Wina found a fleur-de-lis that had a black rose sealed over it, as if to symbolize something. Realizing that this was a memory drawer for all the rooms' inhabitants, Wina looked around to try and find something that meant a lot to her that she could add to the collection. After looking around the room, Wina realized what it was that meant a lot to her. Slowly she reached up behind her neck and fiddled with the clasp of her necklace until it dropped loosely into her hands.

The gems brilliance gave off a feeling of love. The love that her mother had given Wina, to be exact. Before she died, Rian had been making Wina a necklace to show her that no matter where she was, Wina would always be loved. Before she left, Wina was going through her mother's study, looking for any sign as to why they were attacked when she came across a metal box. The box had a square in the center that, after some time studying it, opened when Wina put her finger on the square. Inside was a note to Wina from her mother and the necklace.

Slowly, Wina draped the necklace neck to the brooch. Instead, Wina pulled out the letter, hoping to soon, be able to decipher it. She stuck it in the drawer of her writing stand, neatly laying it atop her letter to her uncle, formally thanking him for his courteousness and help of taking care of her estates and watching over her during her "difficult" times. It was in the standard form as required from the book of etiquette: Jokuru Miatsa: Imperial Manners by none other than Wina's hero's father, the Baron of Mindelan.

For the past few years, that had been her bible on how to act. Although she understood the reasons for the strict protocol, Wina was glad not to have to follow every little detail mentioned in the book.

After brushing out her hair and saying goodnight to her maid, Wina changed into her nightgown, and said her prayers to Hoshikuru and blew out the candle next to her bed.

And tomorrow I prove myself to the rest of the realm.