The breeze swept across the east, a cold wind, like ice.winter had arrived, and so also came the death of a bandit captain. The successor stood rigid on front of her new charges, smiling inwardly. She was now the leader of the eastern bandits of hedakana, and she would lead them to greatness, no matter what. Her dark purple hair waved wildly in the fierce wind, but she paid it no mind. She shouldn’t t care about such mundane things as cold wind, after all, she is… well, no matter, that doesnt mean anything right now.

her thought was sudden, rigid, as if she was attempting to brush away a thought, make sure nothing, no one, could sense it, as if she kept a secret.

she was a leader now, and she would fill that role. A dark feeling swelled up inside her, as the sun drowned itself back under the horizon.