Chapter 1

“Bang!”

I startle from my sleep. That damned dream again. It's become more frequent now. The nightmare of my childhood has taken over my dreams now. I grumble as I keep my eyes closed.

“Lillia you’re up!” I hear my instructor yell as I open my eyes.

“Yes sir.” I stand up and take off my head phones.

I hop out of my chair, my silver hair up on my head in a knot, and my violet eyes staring Jale down. I walk onto the floor mat as I tighten my belt. I face Jale and then master. We bow and then bow again. I breathe through my nose then exhale as I casually smile at him.

He winks at me as master yells “Begin!”

‘Leg sweep’ I read his eyes as I jump into the air and flip over him. As I come down I bring my heel down hard to his shoulder just to be dodged. I land in a crouching position. He comes at me fast as he does a front kick. I pass my hand over to block it as I come back around with a leg sweep of my own. He jumps off of his other leg into the air just as I had faked the kick. I launch onto that leg and bring the other around to hit his side and send him spinning to the floor. He lands with a grunt and signals that he concedes.

We stand up and bow to each other and then to the master. Holding his side we part. I walk back over to my side greeted be an eager Fannbar.

“That was great! I can’t believe you’ve been here for only a month and your already better then Jale.” She cheers to me.

“It's nothing really. I guess I'm just a natural.” I laugh lightly.

I grab my bag and begin to walk over to the door as I notice that Fannie wasn’t behind me. I look behind me and I see her talking to master. I know she likes him, she’s always twirling her light purple hair and her golden eyes glow more then usual when she talks to him. He’s only 29 and already an accomplished martial artist. Even though he’s been alive for much longer. He just guesses he’s 29 in this lifeline. Fannie is about 23 while I'm just 21. Or so we guess.

I just stand there as she smiles at him and he walks away but not after he waves and smiles back. I cock an eyebrow and wait for her to walk over. She’s grinning from ear to ear. She’s done it. After a month of knowing her she’s finally done it. She’s known master for about a year or two now and she’s been in his class ever since. I just moved here and she’s my roommate. She’s too sweet but I don’t know what I’d do without her.

“So when and where?” I ask nicely.

“Lillia. I can’t believe you! You were reading our lips again!” she complained.

“Fannie. I didn’t have to read your lips your body language was bad enough.” I laugh carelessly.

“Lil come on please don’t make a big deal out of this.”

“Oh I wont” I laugh “So, is he going to be staying the night, while I get lost for a couple of hours or all night?”

“Ooooh, I hate you so much right now!”

“You knew this was coming!”

She pouts at me and then smiles “No, it's nothing like that. He’s going to be taking me back to his place.”

We begin to laugh as something hits me. I take a deep breathe. I can smell it instantly. Blood. I see Fannie’s eyes gleam as I know it’s hit her too. I glance at her and she nods. I drop my bag and I vanish. I see a hazy red trail as I speed on past the cars and into the city. The trail is disappearing and quick. I move faster as it takes me to the top of a building. I look around as I see nothing. The trail has disappeared all together and I don’t smell anything else except for the city.

“Well aren't you the fast worker.” The voice is mixed it's not male or female.

“Who are you?” I stay were I am as I close my eyes and take in my surroundings.

“I am you and I am me. I am all and I am free.” The figure moves from behind the green house. Clad in all black, black trench coat, black pants, black shoes. None were gender definable. I eye them wearily and take a step forward.

‘You’re bleeding. You’ve covered it but I know you are.” I take another.

“You think you’re so smart don’t you. Think you can save everyone that may bleed.” They take a step back.

“I could care less if you live or die frankly but I need to hear your real voice.” I sneer at the figure.

“Why. Why do you care what my voice sounds like?’ the figure shifts uneasily.

“That is my own reason. Now if you would please oblige and give me your real voice.”

“Do not take me lightly nightwing.”

“I am no nightwing. By the way you said that you sound like a sundemon.” I frown. “If you are, say so now so I can kill you then leave.”

“Why do you harbor such hate for the sun demons?” it whispers.

“They killed my family and my life.” I snap.

“Truly.”

“True.”

“Then I am no sundemon. I am a nightwing. I am a hunter.” It bows in front of me.

“Then why will you not show me who you are?”

‘Will you not attack me?”

“Since you are not a solar, then no.”

“Fine, as you wish.”

The figure steps closer to me and unveils their hood. It's a woman. She has short spiked red hair and green eyes. As she unbuttons her coat her blue top and black pants come through clearer.

“So what do you hunt?’

“Solars. I did have one but it got the better of me. It got a good piece of me but I heal really fast. So why are you hunting for solars?”

“Like I said they took my life from me.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

“No.”

“Fine. Fair is fair. Though you seem like a tough female. Why don’t you join us?”

“Us? No. I only want one solar. I only have one left. After him I quit.” I say blatantly.

“Have it your way. See ya. I’m sure.” And with that she dove off the edge of the building