Western Istan Isles.

5 Miles from Ishenvale City.

Start of the 3rd Harvest.

112th Era.

A cooling breeze flows over the field, a single tree rustles gently as a young girl, with long pink blood splatted hair that covers her right eye stumbles along the beaten path. While not hurt, she is certainly tired. Having been on the path for 4 harvests she hopes to finally have a moments rest in Ishenvale City before continuing her work. As she walks she adjusts her belt and makes sure her 10 pound blade doesn't fall out of the makeshift sheath of belts and clips and secures the knot that keeps her Rabbit plushie attached is still tight.

The girl wears a cloak that covers her right arm, a black tunic, a basic shirt and pants, along with boots with plates attached below the knee.

As the wind settles, the girl raises one of her large rabbit ears to the left. Stopping to hear better she catches the distant cry. "Help me! Somebody!"

The girl slouches and considers her options. "Hmm, a young girl by the sound of it. I really don't need another detour, but..." The girl rolls her left arm and proceeds to sprint in the direction of the call. The girl's cloak flowing upwards to reveal her right arm, which is made out of synthetic skin. A black bar falls from the Elbow to her wrist popping out only a small distance. Her hand is gripped and her middle finger is plated unlike the rest.

The girl approaches a cart that has been toppled over, dead bodies of seven men lay around it, weapons in their hands. The stench of fresh blood is carried by the ever blowing breeze.

Three hunched over, beast legged, white furred creatures with porcelain masks are the culprits for this attack. The masks have pieces broken around where the eyes and mouth would be on a human. But on these monsters, only a misty purple vapor with two yellow pupils escape these openings. One sits eating the horse that pulled the cart. Another is violently jerking the head of one of the dead bodies around observing it's beard. The third merely stands watching it's comrades.

Only to be interrupted by the girl landing her foot into the back of it's head. The monster falls forward and it's head is crushed in, purple liquid giving off a mist flies in every direction. The girl's foot emits a similar vapor, however the color is blue and makes a hissing noise as it comes into contact with the purple vapor. The monster who was eating the horse notices the girl and launches itself at her. The girl caught off guard is struck by the beast's claws.

However, only a darker blue mist flows from the strike area. The girl steps back attempting to regain her balance as the monster turns around and launches once more. The girl expecting this side steps the charge and raises her knee to meet the chest of the monster, she follows up by bashing the monster on the back of the neck causing it to fall to the ground.

Before the girl can readjust to finish it off, the last monster releases a sound, that no one can describe the monster charges. The girl realizes she'll have to resort to other means now that it's a two on one. She reaches for her sword. But is too late as the monster is inches from her face.

The monster's fist connects with the girl. Causing her feet to drag back, she claws at the ground as she slows her slide. Looking up, the monsters stop their next move. And only stare.

The girl's hair had been knocked aside from covering her eye. And a soulless black eye with a pink pupil stares back at them. Her left blue eye glowing lightly knowing what was about to occur.

The monsters let out their screams and began recklessly attacking the girl who was barely able to avoid them. she finally managed to reach her blade and back hops to a safe position. Holding the blunt blade in her right hand she released her vapor which reacted with the blade's edges, it hummed lightly at first but quickly grew violent. The monsters went for her once more as she swung her blade tearing through their bodies. Finally the battle was over.

The girl spun her blade in hand and slashed the air, both cleaning the blade of purple liquid and the blue vapor. She placed her blade back into the belts, and approached the cart.

But when she pulled back the tarp.

One of the monsters was sitting there. Contently eating the innards of a young girl. Presumably the same who called out originally.

The girl stood there.

The monster had not noticed her yet.

The girl walked over and picked up the monster by it's throat.

It was surprised and began flailing.

The monster sliced across the girls face.

Along the nose and as long as the distance between her eyes.

A new scar to accompany the scar that rose from the girl's jaw to mid cheek. 

Crimson blood dripped from the wound.

And a blue vapor mixed around the girl's hands.

She broke the monsters neck.

Stepped back.

And looked at her hands.

"Why."

"Why am I never fast enough."

After grieving over her inability to save a child, the girl rummaged through the cart's crates. And found some useful items: a small vial of black dye, several glowing gemstones, they were blue of course. It is her preferred color. She picked up a few rations and placed the items into her pouch and stepped out of the cart.

"Hold it!" Two guards barked, holding up rifles into the girl's face.

"You are under arrest for the murder of 7 people." The Guard on the right said. The one on the left however looked as though he's seen a ghost.

"Sir, look. Pink hair with blood splats, and a broken sword. Such a combination is rare! This has to be our Kingstock Murderer." The left Guard whispered to the other.

"Hm, well then. You are now under arrest for the murder of 7 people, and the Kingstock murders. How do you plea, scum."

The girl looked around for the corpses of the monsters, the real culprits of the murders. However their bodies have long since disintegrated. The girl raises her hands in surrender.

"Look mates, these here men and the girl in the cart were killed by Diel. I merely happened upon the site when I heard one of them call out during the attack. I got here too late to do anythin' however."

The right Guard adjusts his rifle to the girl's head. "That's impossible. Our unit has kept this area secure of Diel threats. You're lying!"

The girl shakes her head. "Yeah, had a feelin' that wouldn't work with ya." She giggles to herself. And looks up towards the caravan of prison carts each housing around 7 guards all with guns trained on her.

"However."

"I suppose you'll all enjoy your medals."

"As yes."

"I am the Kingstock Murderer."

"Alyce Tenvia."