Heh… it's been a while, hasn't it? I'll be updating more often.

Chapter 4: Marinas

The girl stared at the wasteland that was once her hometown. She watched as various thief equipment bubbled to the surface, first a Red Pilfer, then a Red Pireta Hat, a Dark Identity, a Brown Bamboo hat… the sight was traumatizing. She looked on the horizon, seeing several thousand footprints leave the area. She watched the flocks of crows flying in, like a dark omen over the land, landing on the skulls of the deceased animals. She felt the wind blow the sand around, some getting in her eyes, making them water, as she instinctively rubbed her eyes free, but even with the sand removed, the tears kept coming. She couldn't believe that her very way of life was over.

She slowly crawled her way over to the center of the ruins, where a few various pieces of buildings and rubble had made their way to the surface, as she furiously dug into it, hoping to find even just one survivor, but not even a single body lied in the sand, not even the remains of one.

But, what she did find, however, intrigued the girl.

In the sand, she found a dagger, but one she had never seen before. She picked it up in curiosity, and clutched it. She swung the dagger around, watching it sparkle in the sunlight beating down on everything around her. She stared at it, seeing her reflection in the side. It had two different prongs on the sides, and a handle in the middle. The two prongs curved together, and it appeared to be made of gold and silver materials, and they were very shiny. Around the handles the metal parts pointed outward, and went down a little further than the handle.

She stepped into an opening, watching the wind blow, as a crow landed on in the sand, facing away from her. Her eyes narrowed, as she ran at the crow from behind, and chanted her spell.

"Savage Blow!" she yelled, as she swung her newly found dagger at the crow, making a direct hit, striking a serious gash at the bird, followed by another, and another, until the total came up to six, and the crow fell to the ground, feathers fluttering in the faint breeze, a gold coin falling from it's corpse. The animal faded away, as the girl picked one of the many feathers up, and placed it standing up in the ground, the last standing thing in the region.

---Perion: 16:07---

The town of the warriors, made of jagged cliffs and hard rock, towering over the rest of the land, watching over the world as a vulture watches over its prey. Each pillar of ragged stone was higher than the next, watching over one another like siblings, a fortress of brothers. Many pilgrims and Indian characters laid their homes here, often in small cone shapes, made from skins of deceased animals, held in shape by large poles, meeting around the tip, over crossing one another, and tied around the part where they all were touching. Some building were even built into the stone, the most well known being Dances with Balrog's home at the tip of the tallest pillar of rock, where beginners would come to learn in the way of the swordsman, and those who were already swordsmen became more powerful in the fields of different weapons, ranging from the less popular blunt weapons, to the incredibly popular spears.

The girl wondered through the lower part of the town, smiling on the outside, crying on the inside, clutching in her fist what could possibly be the last keepsake of her way of life. The way she burned her fingers into it caused her fingers pain, but the pain of seeing what remained burned her whole body, especially her mind, the images of everything she had seen replaying over and over in her mind. A few people sitting in town watched her pass, some not interested, but a few catching the sight of her.

"Whoa… what's that?" One of the swordsmen whispered to another as she walked by, admiring the gold weapon she carried in her right hand. The girl overheard the whispers, and walked closer to the two, one holding a long pole, with a large metal club-shaped tip, studded around the sides by little square rounded bumps, the other holding a sword that was thick around the hilt, but thinner as it got closer to the tip. "Hey," the sword wielder asked, "What kind of weapon is that? A dagger? A wand? What is it?" His questions tested her patience, and she passed with flying colors, already used to the attention she brought to herself, usually by people begging for money or equipment, or attracted to her by her long purple hair, or the Sai she normally carried in her right hand, and sometimes even the Nimble Wristguard donned on her left arm.

"Oh… uh… it's called…" The girl stammered as the two knights peppered her with questions, trying to come up with an answer that would make them stop talking. She looked down at her new found friend, and thought, trying to find a name for her. "The… uh… Golden Twin Dagger?" Her answer sounded unsure, but the two swordsmen were oblivious.

"I honestly don't know. I just found it. I can't believe I can even equip it, it sure doesn't look like something for my level range," She looked into the dark cloudy sky, looking for a little patch of sunlight, which floated overhead, and tossed the dagger into it, watching it shine and glimmer in the light, before it returned to the ground, landing in her right hand again, stumbling a little to catch it. "It's cool; I'll give it that… I really should name it."

"Name it something cool, like the Dragon, or the Apocalypse." The swordsmen pestered her again; as she watched them babble on, not even hearing what they were saying. A small breeze blew past them, blowing her light, but firm, clothes around.

"Shut up, and let me think. This thing needs a name that really fits." The girl put the dagger to her head, and hummed a little, keeping a steady tone. The two boys kept talking, shouting out ridiculous possibilities for names. "How about… the Revenge?" The seriousness in her voice came out very clearly, almost like she was giving a speech about it.

"That sounds cool!"

"Yeah, name it that!"

"Okay then, little friend," She looked down at her newly discovered weapon. "You're now the 'Revenge'." She held the dagger up high, letting the sunlight bounce off of it. She admired the way it gleamed.

"Hey, can I add you to my buddy list?" The two warriors asked, hope filling their voice.

"Oh, sure." She smiled at the two, and they smiled back, as waved her dagger around, and stepped away, but not before hasting herself, speedily walking towards the dungeon for a little test run with her new toy.

The two warriors, left dumbfounded by her sudden departure, and one yelled out to her as she left. "Hey, what's your name?!"

The girl turned her head back as she ran, waving and smiling. "It's Marinas!" She yelled back, as she approached the large metal gates, large spikes hanging over the entrance, making a lining in case the gate ever needed to be closed, but they hung overhead, representing that the door was open, as she left into the dark tunnel, towards her training destination, Sleepywood.

Well, that's what I've got, short, just introducing our heroine. :P