The cool night breeze swept through the streets of Mistral, the clean navy sky ablaze as hundreds of stars showed their light and the moon and its fragments hung vibrantly; the still air holding a gentle silence. Dim white lanterns casted enchanting light over the courtyard of the Platanam household, lighting up the intertwining cobbled paths winding through the garden.

A small and slender figure strode softly over the rough cobblestones, the silver-blue fox's tail waving gently behind her; dressed in a simple and modest azure tunic hung on her shoulders, shimmering slightly in the moon light. Holding the long plait draped over her shoulder, she approached one of the doors of the buildings branching off the courtyard, and knocked timidly. There was a moment's silence and then…

"Come in." Replied a soft masculine voice, drifting out from the quiet room. Opening the door, the girl stepped into the warm office, illuminated by a series of wall-mounted lanterns glowing with a golden light while cackling from the dust-treated logs burning within. Wisps of smoke floated upwards in the room towards a central chimney in the ceiling, spiralling out into the night sky.

"Father." She said, looking at the scrawny figure hunched over an ornate desk, the dark wood contrasted by the smooth pale stone embedded on the top and the sides. Hearing the voice, his head picked up and tilted to the right slightly, the fox ears on his head twitching. Content, he slid his chair back and turned to face her.

"Ah, evening Azura." He replied, a slightly wistful note in his voice.

"Evening, are you okay father?" She asked, stepping forward and reaching out to rest her hand on his shoulder.

"I apologise; I was expecting your mother." He mumbled, breaking his eye contact with her.

"Dad…" Azura whispered, dropping her composure as she grabbed a nearby stool and pulled it softly towards them for her to rest on. "You can't stay like this." She continued, her eyes taking a slightly warmer tint from their usual faintly-blue tone.

"I… appreciate the thought Azura, I do." He half-heartedly responded, brushing her hand off his shoulder before turning to the desk. "Have you given thought to what you're going to do now? You're at an important stage of your life now, and you have an important decision to make."

"I want to become a huntress." Her comment was met with silence, only broken by the pen dropping from his hand as it slackened, before clenching into a fist. "Father, I know it's been difficult after what happened to mother, but it hasn't changed my mind." Looking down at her intertwined hands, she shuffled nervously.

"Has it not?" He muttered, sighing deeply before moving his pen back to his paper. "May I ask you a question, Azura?"

"Of course, father."

"Why?" Looking up in surprise, her wide eyes looked at the back of her father's chair, before glancing back down. "Are you trying to follow in her footsteps?"

"W-what?" Taken aback, Azura shuffled uncomfortably on her stool. "N-no. I'm not."

"If not, why then? You know as well as I do what happened to your mother. That may very well happen to you."

"I know, I really do. I just believe that… that being a huntress is what I want to do. I think that's how I can best help people, how I can best use my gift." The last part of her sentence made him stop writing again, his hand freezing in place over the paper.

"You think being a huntress will let you help people the best?" With a soft exhale, he put down the pen and turned around to face her, the usually stoic eyes glistening slightly. "In exchange for your own safety?"

"I do."

"That's what your mother told me too. When I first met her." The shimmering eyes glanced upwards to a portrait on the wall, depicting a woman adorned in a rich blue coat, a beautifully crafted sword in her hands identical to the one in a display case beneath it. "All she cared about was helping others. I think that is why I fell in love with her." Looking down, a tear fell and splashed on the floor.

"Father?" Azura asked, concern wavering in her voice as she reached for a handkerchief.

"Why a huntress, Azura?" He said, looking at her in the eyes as he said it. "Why not become a diplomat, a negotiator, something else that helps people? Something that isn't so dangerous." Taking the cloth and wiping his eyes, he continued; "Losing your mother shook me enough, I don't know how I would cope if I lost you too. Think of Nathan too, after what happened he completely withdrew himself."

"I know, father, but I can just feel that… that it's my calling." Azura replied, a quivering confidence in her voice, a lone tear swelling in her eye. "I know what happened to mother, but I don't think I could forgive myself if I abandoned this."

"I understand." He answered, drying his eyes before turning back to his desk. "I don't particularly agree with your decision, but it isn't my place to tell you how to live your life." Sweeping his eyes over his desk, he turned his head to face her general direction. "Would you pass me my scroll?" Scurrying over to the other side of the room, where a smooth coal coloured piece of metal rested on a small coffee table. Handing it back to him, he opened it and moved to his desk once more.

"Is it still possible for me to enrol this year?" She asked, sitting back down on the wooden stool and arching her back to peer at the scroll.

"Not at Haven. I believe they finalised their roster a few weeks again." Looking at her, he handed her the opened scroll with a picture of Beacon Academy, the tall emerald tower standing above the grand structure of the academy's main hall. "However, Beacon screens applicants almost until the opening day of the year, and I have some favours owed to me by the headmaster. If you're really sure, I could get you a spot in the application process."

"I would like that." Azura smiled, standing up from her seat and looking at the brazier on the wall, the light being casted now dimmer than when she entered. Walking to the chair, she hugged her father. "Thanks dad. Try to get some sleep, okay? It's getting late." Pulling herself back up and heading towards the door, she looked back at the chair, a soft smile on her face as her eyes glowed with a faint yellow tint.

Whew! Two down, two to go! Had a lot of fun writing this one because Azura is probably my favourite of the four for many reasons.

This is probably much more indicative of the kind of length to expect from the other two 'trailers', in terms of the actual chapters you'll be looking at something in the region of Cyrus' trailer.

Now then, it is pretty likely that the next 'trailer' will be our second lovely lady, the colourful future team leader from Vacuo, Lily Mithril!

-Nyx