Hunting when the moon was high in the sky was one of Eelyn's favorite moments of the day. She felt like a lonely wolf, roaming the woods as if they belong to her only.

Her self-made bow and arrows where always ready in case something rather than an animal was hidden between the trees. It wasn't common to encounter people from other clans but when it happened death would soon follow.

Eelyn had her share of kills, each one marked on her once smooth back. Sometimes the girl found herself passing her fingers amesely through them, trying to recall each one of them and every time she did a small smile would graze her face as her eyes darken.

Killing gave Eelyn a thrill that she couldn't explain. It was a unique feeling that the girl only felt in those moments as she plunged a knife into her enemies neck. Eelyn wonder where her love for blood came from. She became a completely different person, unrecognizable to the ones that thought to know the girl that has the spirit of a child.

There were two sides of Eelyn and both were welcomed in her home. The girl always felt loved during her childhood and when she prove to her people that she had what it took to be a great warrior, the admiration that she received, especially from her parents, made Eelyn fill hole and acomplished.

But there was one think that the girl wish, but she didn't dare say it out loud. It would bring death to her people, maybe even to herself, but Eelyn didn't care, or at least that's what she thought.

She wanted to be remember, to have everyone on Earth to know her name. A great warrior, that's all she wanted to be, and no matter how much she enjoy killing wonderes in the night, that wouldn't bring her that title.

While watching her prey - that in a few more seconds would have an arrow plunged into his neck - an important decision was being made, thousand of kilometres above her. A decision that would make part of her wish came true.

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