Now, it was all about to change. That night would be different than any that preceded it. For next to this aberrant line, cast in black shadow, Rain was waiting as silent as the landscape around her.

Sheltered in the darkness of a small row of trees, Rain stood next to the tracks. Waiting for the calm of night to be broken, her crimson eyes were fixed into the horizon where the black train lines disappeared off into the distance. 

Standing still, she waited for what was to come. Something had changed in her stare and the way in which she stood. No longer did her eyes reflect the child-like purity they had only months prior. Their naive spark had grown cold with the changing of the season. The innocence in her heart had died away and now her eyes reflected only a focused determination that had become deeply rooted in her soul. Her pale face mirrored neither sadness nor anger as she looked off into the horizon with such little movement that it was easy to mistake her for an extending limb of a tree.

Like so many children of war, Rain had found herself to be an unwilling orphan left in the wake of tragedy. Although unlike many of the other lost children of war; she would not so easily accept her fate. After her Master had been taken, she was left without anyone.