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“What... What is that sound… Voices?” The thoughts kept swirling around the head of the young girl, just born on the last day of December. “I have to get out of here... But, where exactly, is here…?” Her eyes began to flutter open to the morning light, four figures hovering over her unconscious body. “Who are they?” She wondered, squinting at the bright lights hanging over her, trying hard to see the figures. “Doctor! Doctor, she’s waking up...” The girl’s new ears recognized the voice to be that of a human female. “Very good...” Replied the other figure, moving closer to the half asleep girl. “Sachi... Sachi, can you hear me?” “Sachi..? Is that... My name?”
... fifteen years later...
Sachi woke up abruptly, having fled from the nightmare. The day she was created. Created, for evil by the merciless humans of her past. The memory circled around her head everyday. Once she was born, they began to take tests on her of all sorts, testing her abilities and pushing them to the ultimate limit. She hated that. About three times everyday, they had her go out and practice her new abilities, as well as her old, and pushed her to become a merciless killing machine. That was, up until the day she decided it was enough. Enough fighting for nothing, and killing innocent people. She had turned on her creators, turned her back on everything they had given her and strike back until none were left standing.
Now, Sachi was a free soul, left to live her own life. What a life. All she knew was how to fight, and protect herself from the many dangers of the world. No one had heard about her until the government felt it was right to reveal her to the world. When she escaped, the government had feared that she would come back looking for them, taking them out and replacing herself at the top of the line, and under control. Fearing this idea, they had set out a high bounty on Sachi, asking for her more alive than dead since they wanted to use her for her abilities and wits. She hated them for that, and was indeed thinking about going back there to take them out. For the time being though, she was happily contempt where she was now.
Just another day, as Sachi roamed around the small village she had found. People lived there, of course, but they did not fear her or go against her ways. In fact, they fought alongside her and they to were against the government, and anyone else who thought this young girl was just a killer. She walked down the streets of her home, the protector of her friends, and adopted parents. Yes, a few people were uncertain of her, but they treated her just as any other human being. Sighing lightly, Sachi broke her stroll shortly after a few blocks, turning and heading out for the forest. It was her duty to make sure no watchmen were around, keeping track of her and the villagers. She moved out of sight of the village, now walking around freely among the forest, also her beloved home. It was dreary and quite dark once you got past the first line of trees, but to Sachi, it felt prefect. Swinging her hand up, she created a small flame at the tip of her fingers, illuminating her surroundings and keeping a sharp eye for any movement, other than the small creatures that ran freely by her feet.

“Out of my way!” Called a sharp voice from the back of a large crowd. A young girl pushed and shoved her way through the thicket of people, angrily making her way to the front lines. Horses and wagons were being led down the streets of her humble village, the kinsmen and their steeds prancing their way and waving to the villagers. Rayne glared up at them, patiently awaiting to see the only one she didn’t mind. Prince ((Insert characters name here)). Of all the royals that passed through her home almost everyday, he was the only one Rayne actually looked forward to seeing. The women in the crowd all called out to the kings and princes of the far away kingdoms, waving their handkerchiefs for the men to look at. The men however, waited for the princess and queens of the kingdoms, whistling as they passed by.
Rayne rolled her eyes at the men and women, knowing very well the royals only glanced at them for a cruel joke to kid around with later on. It sickened her. However, prince ((Insert characters name here)) wasn’t like that at all. He wouldn’t let the women swoon over him, and wouldn’t bother to wave at the crowd in chance he might win the heart of yet another young lady. Just like Rayne. The first day she had moved to the village, it had been at the time when the royals were trotting through, on their beautiful white steeds, for only the first time that day. It was early morning when Rayne arrived, and already she was excited to be seeing all the kingdoms high status prince’s and kings. Once she found her way to the front of the lines, she had set eyes on ((Insert characters name here)). He smiled a toothy grin at her, and she had known at that exact moment, who she wanted to be with. It was sad though, that when she tried to reach out and even touch his hand, a flock of guards ran over and pushed her back, farther into the crowd and set the rules for her.
Now, she could only stand as close as the front lines unlike the other village people, who pushed up to be right next to the royals. She didn’t mind though, since he usually trotted closer to the front to give her that same, toothy grin he did every time they saw each other. She waited patiently for him to approach the line, ignoring all the others until he came into view.