After cleaning her blades with the crystal clear water from the lake, she fixed her self and had her way to Falanor to visit the grave of her second parents.

The noise created by the Ulnas (crickets covered with thin armor) filled the cold air of the night as she ran in great speed.

She paused upon hearing steps meters away from her and hid herself in the thick canopy of the willow tree. The sound of the steps grew louder as if it was coming nearer.

A man in a black hood, with spiked shoulder pads stood beneath the willow tree where Karina was hiding.

She was carefully watching and silently observing the movements of the man until sharp daggers passed right in front of her eyes making her fell down from the tree.

Her landing was perfect as if she was as light as a feather of a red crow. She looked up to the man but the sharp point of a sword met her eyes.

"Hin kula dim sid-or? (Who are you?)

Karina was buffled upon hearing the man speaking the Gildon language.

Her hood fell down exposing her hair and face, and then the man took his hood off and showed his appearance.

" You are my kind. I thought I am the last of the Gildons."

Karina was speechless and stared at the man's face – lured by his beauty and charisma, but she was awoken by what the man said.

The man raised his hand as if signaling something and then the daggers flew back to his pocket like dancing birds in the air.

"Last? You mean there are no more Gildons in Nivrata?"

Karina, addled badly, asked the man with a confused look, hoping that what she heard was wrong. She was hoping to find the other Gildons one day, but the news weakened her.

"The Nuskars killed all the Gildons in the whole Nivrata, including my family. I escaped and hid in the forest at the feet of Mundina.They killed whoever wants to oppose their government - torturing them and punishing them to death."

Her hate for the Nuskars grew bigger, making her lips tremble with great anger, knowing that she wasn't the only one who lost a family.

"Then why you didn't kill them?"

Karina asked the man with a ballistic sound, looking at the ground. The man didn't answered and had his way deep to the forest.

"I have to go, I am up to something."

The man hurriedly ran to the darkest side of the forest, ignoring her presence and continuing his own business. But the Gildon woman noticed a sad expression to the man's face.

"He is good in using his blades, but why didn't he killed the Nuskars who took his family's lives?" she thought to herself, thinking something was wrong.

Instead of going to the separate direction to go to her parents' grave, she didn't hesitated to follow the trail of the man. Using her graceful moves and demure gestures, she stepped branches to branches without making at least a minute sound, but still her speed was fast.

The man was also fast, almost lost signs of him in a blink of an eye. His shadow was cloaked in the silhouettes of the trees – leaving only a morbid mirage.

She used her clear vision to find the spot of the man, susceptible to being caught, and she did.

She stopped upon seeing the man paused in front of an antre covered with huge roots. The man kneeled down and people with white robes showed up, taking their hoods off and exposing their faces.

The symbol in their chests – a sun with bent rays – was the representation of a guild called The Light Seekers.

They are a group of mages, making use of the magic of light coming from the rays of the sun and the cold beam of the moon.

Becoming one of the Light Seekers was Karina's childhood dream – fantasizing magical abilities and envious of the light of the glowing butterflies. But her dream was changed by the horrifying massacre, making it evil and deadly.

From where she was hiding, she can see that the guild is composed of creatures of different kinds: Gringgo, Tal'al, Nuidra, Klemor, Malik and Sruva – and there was no one coming from the Gildon kind.

The Light Seekers took the sword and daggers of the man, placed it in a flat rock. They started doing a ritual – giving power to the weapons. A bright energy flowed in the air, absorbed by the weapons and gave it another face.

The man took the weapons from the rock, kneeled again as if giving gratitude to the guild. The mages went back to the cave, closed the opening with roots of the giant trees and locked it with firm barriers.

The young man left so fast that Karina didn't saw him leaving. She lost him and didn't know how to follow.

She had her way to Falanor and got there a few moments later. The breeze was humid even if the moon was bright with cold rays.

She stood at the branch of the tallest tree, seeing the view of the whole place. It was lighted up with flames – eating the whole village.

The Gringgos were screaming, running, and crawling for their lives. The Nuskars attacked the village and killed some of the hunters, filling the atmosphere with terror and fear.

The cries of the children were loud and clear, pinching her heart so bad. She wanted to help but she knows she can't handle thousands of the Nuskars.

Her sadness consumed her, blaming herself for being weak and unable to help the people who considered her as one of them.

She wiped her tears and cleared her vision. On the edge of the cliff facing the village, she saw the young Gildon man, holding his blades and staring blankly at the burning village – just like her, helpless.

The Gringgos can't fight back because their weapons were confiscated, making them impotent in fighting and weak.

The women were abused, battered and killed, leaving the children scared to death – and the men hanged.

She couldn't stand such horrifying circumstance and took the flute from her pocket, played the song of Arna'al and distracted the Nuskars, making them out of their senses.

She attacked solely, slashing the esophagus of the monsters, killing them with her blades and poisonous arrows. But the monsters outnumbered her, cornered her in the middle and unable to escape.

The roars of the green monsters were the only sound she could hear, covering the screams of the Gringgos. The spears and swords were pointing at her, telling her that death is waiting.

The wind blew hard, bringing the smoke of the burning houses in the opposite direction.

Some of the Nuskars fell down to their knees with bleeding necks and open wounds, consecutively. The spark of the daggers flying fast like sparrows are visible to Karina's eyes. All of the monsters surrounding her fell down, giving her a chance to escape.

The man showed up, held her hand and dragged her back to the forest. The monsters followed them but failed to keep track.

The two Gildons jumped into the back of a black Urgon (a horse with two heads with flaming hoofs that can fly) and ran as fast as it could, leaving the monsters clueless of where they're heading.

Karina was wounded by the poisoned spear of the monsters. She fainted and fell in the arms of the man.

The Urgon continued galloping and then flew into the sky, minimized its flaming hoofs and headed to the mountains.