I'M BACK! Was busy this past week so I couldn't update. ENJOY!

WARNING! There is something a little graphic in this chapter. It's sort of an intended rape, but… just read it!

A lone figure strolled through the garden. Moonlight ran through his silver hair and danced in violet eyes. It wasn't very often Sasame was allowed the chance to gaze at the night sky like this, at this time of night. He was either working at the studio, watching the princess, with the other Knights, or fighting off the demon larvae. A constant cycle.

Sasame was startled back into reality when he heard Himeno beside him. He knew nothing was wrong, for he would have heard. She just must want to talk, he thought.

Sure enough, she did.

"Hey, Sasame. What'cha doin' out here?"

He smiled at her. "Just watching the stars."

"Oh." Himeno looked up, wondering what he could see in them. "I saw your friend today."

Sasame slowly turned his eyes towards the Pretear. "Really?" How was that possible, he thought. They've never met.

She nodded. "I was dragged into a bookstore earlier on a quest for a new romance novel and saw her. She was kind of in the back, reading something. When she finally noticed me, she smiled. But, she turned away so quickly I wonder if I imagined it. Then the guy told us not to worry about her. She was always like that. Never talked to anyone. Just kind of gestured and spoke only when needed. And even then she was quiet."

Himeno paused for a moment, catching her breath. "She had long blond hair. It kinda had a bluish black tint to it. And when she looked at me, her eyes were a dark blue color."

Sasame shook his head. "No, it wasn't her. Soran's eyes are pale. Almost silver."

Himeno suddenly turned on him, boring into his eyes with her own. "It was her. I know it. I can't really explain it, but she had kind of a presence about her that reminded me of you and the others. It was almost calming, but sort of confused. Ya know how like Mannen is when he leads the other kids but's described a kid himself? Like, that… only… not."

Sasame smiled, quietly storing away the information. Then he looked back up at the stars. "Himeno…" She blinked at him. "I want you all to meet her. I'm not quite sure what's going on, but I want you and the others to meet her." He paused. "Can you help me?"

The red head smiled and nodded before turning to look at the sky.

Hayate's POV

I wandered the city, trying to put together the puzzle the new Pretear has conjured in my mind. Her father told me stories of her past, but she acts so differently than one I would expect in her situation.

Her mother died some years ago, and her father married into a "proper" family. A family that respected and practiced the thought of their daughters being brought up as ladies. Ladies that did not practice martial arts outside. (Or, in that case, at all.) Ladies that do not dent the hand of help. Ladies that are… everything opposite Himeno.

I shook my head. Man, was she twisted!

I paused a moment and looked at my surroundings. A luscious green park lay to one side me, while a row of restaurants and cafes lay to the opposite side. A series of benches assembled between the two.

This must be the place Sasame talked about.

As I walked around, I couldn't help but feel… relaxed. The music was playing softly in the background. Scarcely an people were out tonight, but those who were seemed happy. Laughing and chatting with there counterpart, oblivious to their surroundings.

My eyes were drawn to a certain bench. I'm not sure why, but something about its inhabitant seemed… familiar. As I edged closer, I could see it was a woman. Not by facial features, for her arm was draped over her eyes, but by her hair; long and blond with a tint of blue in the shadows.

The song she was humming floated on the wind, as soft and gentle as the night.

My eyes quickly darted from her holey jeans to a trio slowly, yet, hastily making their way towards the girl. One moved towards her head, another towards the foot of the bench, and the third by her planted foot.

I started to rush forward, certain she would need my help, but suddenly stopped. I didn't sense any fear from her.

… Let's she how this plays out…

I watched as the leaded, the one by her planted foot, reached out and grabbed the knee draped over the back of the bench. "We got a nice one here, boys." His voice was gruff. Scratchy. Confident. "Maybe we should show her what happens to lone girls at this time of night." His hand started down her thigh as he placed a knee between her legs.

His hand stopped mid-thigh as she spoke. "You shouldn't do that."

The leader regained his previous intentions as he leaned close to her ear. "Oh, yes. I think I should."

"I warned you." The girl raised her arm from across her eyes and slammed her elbow into his jaw with a sickening crunch, then used her knee to land a harsh blow to his groin. She pushed him off her with her free arm and used the momentum from her draped leg to swing to the ground before the leaders comrades could pin her. She then grabbed the leader by the collar of his jacket and pulled him towards her. A knife, once hidden in the side of her boot, flashed against the leaders throat. "Stop," she hissed. The other two stopped, hardly moved from there previous position. "Stay." She leaned her head down towards her captives ear. "Now, would like to see what happens to dumb boys at this time of night?"

The captive shook his head.

"Try this stunt again, and next time, I won't bother with the courtesy of asking. She released the leader and watched as all three of them scrambled away. She wiped her knife on a nearby patch of grass, staining it with blood roused by a small cut caused by the sharp blade. Then the girl darted her gaze around the area, looking for any more signoff possible trouble. Her eyes flashed a pure silver in the moonlight.

I saw her slip the knife back into boot as she climbed on the bench and resumed her former position. As I strolled by, I noticed a black tattoo under the raised sleeve of her left arm. A tattoo with the design of the knights band.

Kei's POV

I sat in my chair, listening to the news as I typed away on my computer. I was waiting for something. Something that had sparked my interest the moment it was discovered.

There it was!

I watched as another piece of the Korelian language was described to the world.

Porma iches la goh salha hajime

Opposite as fire to water

I uploaded the small pottery image onto my computer.

Pieces of a puzzle, that's what they were. All these little fragments of pottery and parchment with our language, our CODE, were all, pieces. Pieces that told of a long lost prophecy. A prophecy that would help us find what we have lost…

End 6

SRY! It took a while. Busy busy busy. 'specially since school is starting up soon. And lucky me! I get to start like 2 WEEKS EARLY! YAY! sarcasm

Actually, I have band camp, so, it will take a while for the updates.

You have been warned!

Hope you liked! Will get the next one up ASAP.