Months passed, and still there was no word.

Months passed, and bittersweet irony cast its shining curse upon her yet again.

Her daughter returned, and met a man, clad in red robes. One that held sway over the serpents. Someriul Alscande. Such a sadly innocent woman, this golden haired angel. This blossomed lily with eyes to match that of her mothers. She may have thought herself strong, as solid as the blood-covered demon called her mother. As always, she was desperately wrong. In a haze of anger, she lashed out to the said Someriul. With a cruel smile upon his lips, he merely called his serpents upon her. Pure luck led the mysterious Bloody Sunrise to the site. And the same pure luck made her meet this same serpent man. Calling her daughter away, so that she might have the chance to be saved, she stood and faced this man, this new threat. A heavenly statue come to life, she merely stood there, and watched as he cowered. Only watched as his serpents refused his command to attack her, as they slithered away in fear instead. Standing straight, tall, proud, she cursed him. She told him all the questions he had asked, that no answers would be given in return. She said that his serpents would cause anarchy in his home. She planted seeds of doubt within his mind. Afraid, perhaps, he left. She disappeared soon after, to see after her daughter.

Sunshine, after that attack, fell into a Darkness. The same one that swallowed whole the poison-lanced daisy, the rising sun with tiger's claws. After that, the golden haired daughter of Sunrise was different. Naïve still, but darker. She, like her mother, promised to beget revenge upon the serpent priest, Someriul.

A shame, that this man would gather such cruel enemies.

Weeks passed, and more surprises came to her door. The strange knight Andlarek Vasht returned, and begged on his knees for her forgiveness. He swore that he felt undying love for her, and was in her debt that he had lied to her before, that he had taken advantage of her amnesia, the holes left within her memory. She looked upon him cooly, hardly moved by such words. She had another that she loved. Her beloved Antonn. She needed not such admirers. But yet, she had to tell him such things. Within the common room walls such discussions were most out of place, so it was outside that the duo stepped. Outside, into the night air, and straight into the arms of an awaiting priest. Andlarek was hit by a cursed blade, and the priest fled. Hurriedly, as if in apology for making an innocent to her life become enwrapped within her turmoils, she healed him, the best she could at that moment. Taking one of the knight's blades - caught without her own at that moment - she ran into the forest, down the path that the priest had taken. She was doubtlessly catching up to him, but he did have a rather large head start. Stopping, guessing truly that the priest had given up and fled, she turned, and retraced her steps, keeping a night-long watch over the unconscious man.

Soon after that attack, the same priest returned. This time, his luck vanished, along with his soul. He came upon her when she was well armed. The fight was quick, and easily won. Without a mark upon her skin, she walked away calmly from the clearing, leaving the decapitated body behind her. She had more worrisome problems to contend with.

Her daughter was spiraling down blindly into the darkness, and her newest toy, Someriul, was getting out of control. He, the foolish man, was beginning to believe that he held some semblance of power over this woman of the dawn. So, to spite him into submission, she did something that shattered his illusion of security. Something, that caused him to begin to fear her even more.

She broke through the flimsy boundaries of his abode, and walked right in to his desert home. His guards didn't attack her, they bowed as she passed. The thorns of his plants didn't prick her skin, they pulled away as she neared. His home was paying homage to her, and he could do nothing to stop it. She led him, to his oasis. While he had to fight the plants to gain access to the sparkling pool within, she only had to walk. A path was made clear for her. And with this one single act, the priest's confidence was shattered. Now, the only obstacle in her path was to break his belief in his goddess, Nekebet. An easy enough chore, to say the least. And laughing, the dark woman, the demon with a halo, will snap through his prayers.

Perhaps the elders of her kind will see these acts.

Perhaps they will shake their heads in grief.

A fading hope, a flickering star, and pushed into the arms of Darkness.

Such a great loss. But no one knows the least of it all.

Dancing her dance to the music of eternal screams, she made her way through, day by day. And then, one of these days, by pure chance, she met another man in the common room of the Inn of the Weary Traveler. A black haired bard, by the name of Meredoth Tenebryl. A curious man, to say nothing more. Nearly as mysterious as she herself. Nonetheless she befriended him quickly, a highly intelligent move on her behalf. Well, a friendlier blessing given by Fate. For, throughout this blood-coated life, Fate has promised to not be kind. And it has full well lived up to its cruel pledge.

A gray-haired man entered the Inn one day.

Snake Eyes. Fate wins, and the ravishing Sunrise loses.

He was better dressed than all the rest. A nicely cut suit, and a beige overcoat. Intrigued as of why such a man - one with class - would visit such a ragged-end establishment, she struck up a conversation with him. He was easy to speak with.

And he became besotted with her.

Lovely.

She could have merely toyed with him. She could have let him dangle from a string held around her long fingers. She could have done so much. But she had too many holes within her character. Too many voids that could never be filled by only her will. Too much lust, within her cursed mind.

And how well-built this Josin was…

How irresistible to the eye…

A simple lover, and nothing more. No emotion from her side, though he may watch her with rapt adoration. Nothing more than a simple tryst. Another day passed in her kaleidoscope life. Another event that will doubtless be forgotten at a later time, but for now, an interesting venture, a play amusing to enact. Poor Josin. She would pity him, but she's so much more to think of, so many problems. Such as her daughter.

Poor Sunshine. Another pawn, like Josin, played in an imaginary chess game. A surprisingly weak pawn, but that will all change soon. Naïveté is quaint, but only for a short while. It's about time that the girl learned what true pain is, what it feels like to be denied by everything one loves and cherishes. A hard lesson to learn, perhaps, but one needed, to say the least.

The girl says she knows Darkness.

But true Hell shall come to her, brought by the bleeding dawn.

Hell, in glacier blue eyes.

Hate, in the rising sun.

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