Kaila awoke with a start, her breath hitching in her throat as she tried to catch it. She turned placing her feet on the cold, cobblestone floor. A fire crackled across the room, casting shadows on every wall as it whirled and spun, the smoke being sucked up the chimney where it was free to travel into the sky. She glanced around the small cabin, a desk sat to one side, stacked high with books about magical creatures. On the top of that stack, the first books title read, "Neren, what are they?". The desk appeared to have ink markings and fabric maps scattered across it, each one labeled as a different section of Alganle. Kaila stood, her legs shaking as she walked to the desk, she glanced down at the stack of maps, her palm on her temple as she let out a groan of pain. "Goddammit, another hangover, and right when I promised myself it was the last one too." She stumbled a little, her hands slamming down grabbing the edge of the desk for support, this caused it to shake, an ink pen rolling onto the ground. "Shit..." Kaila bent down picking up the small scribing tool. She placed it tenderly back on the desk before turning around.

The simple rags she presently wore weren't going to do. She had an important ceremony today and she needed to get ready, Kaila stood, walking to a small wardrobe that lay against the softly colored wooden wall. She opened it, pulling out a small leather tunic, sliding it down and around her head and torso, her leather briefs lay on the floor in a heap. She pulled those on, her knees catching on the way causing her to stumble and fall. She moved, pulling on a pair of leather boots, darker in color, with white sheep wool laces. Her gauntlets, a pair of heavy metal gloves, made of a black material that seemed to shimmer and move the longer you stared at it, lay at the foot of her bed, in a small locked chest. She walked over, pulling a key from around the necklace that hung around her neck and down between her breasts. She slid the metal key into the tiny opening, twisting until she heard a tiny click. She pulled the gauntlets out. Slipping them on her hands, the small intricate scales and chains that lay between each chink in the gauntlets, seemed to form fit to her hands in a way that was extremely comfortable. It allowed to accurately wield bows and other such weapons without having to take them off. Yet they somehow managed to protect her from the strikes that any weapon through at her.

Kaila turned to the door, a small circular piece of wood with a door knob right in the middle. She opened it, walking out into the fresh morning air, the sun shimmered through the clouds as she glanced around the forest. Trees spanned off in every direction as far as the eye could see. She began to walk, a small dirt path spanning out in front of her. She began running, faster, picking up speed. She jumped, leaping 5 feet into the air, clearing a fallen tree that had been spanning the center of the path. She began to run faster, the trees becoming a blur around her. Then suddenly, she stopped, her boots cracking the dirt and stone path beneath her. The wind behind her continued its momentum, blowing through her flowing purple hair and past her cheeks, shooting a storm of dust and debris flying out in front of her. She turned, a red flush on her face. "I forgot my fucking sword." She rushed back to the small shack, picking up momentum quicker this time, each leap sending another several dozen feet forward. She stopped once again, accidentally blowing the front door off it's hinges from the blowback of air. Kaila really needed to work on that stop. She ran inside, opening a long wooden box that lay on the ground. Inside, a giant claymore lay, a black wool blanket wrapped around it, preventing the metal from getting damaged. Not that anything could. She had gotten this sword from her father, and she was pretty sure it had never needed to be sharpened or maintained once since. Being in her mid twenties now, she began to assume it must be some special trait the blade had. Even after rough fights, the scratches seemed to disappear entirely over the course of a couple hours. The blade was made of the same metal as the gauntlets, shimmering as she pulled out of the box. This weapon, Eclipse, had one special trick. A trick that had helped her many times in the past. The weapon could only be wielded by the person wearing the gauntlets, otherwise, the sword would grow exceedingly heavy and become impossible to pick up. She stood, the sword could do one more thing, she flexed her gauntlet around the handle and the blade disappeared in a puff of black smoke. She flexed it again, then again, and the blade rematerialized in her gauntleted fist once again. She squeezed the hilt of the weapon one more time, Eclipse vanishing into thin air once again.

She took off, out the door, now, with Eclipse in her possession, she would be unstoppable during the coming ceremony. She picked up speed again, racing down the path as she went, her legs carrying her, step after step, tirelessly towards her destination.