Soren awoke moments later and stretched stiffly. She picked up her sword belt and got up, opening her door and laying it on her couch. She went back outside and did a few positions she used to warm up with in her martial arts classes. Soren stopped moving, standing still on one leg, hands together in front of her chest, staring at the moon. "I wonder what would have happened had I not known martial arts back then," She thought back somberly to when she was sixteen years old. "He probably would have killed me. While Dad an Mom watched." She curled her lip in hatred.

"If he ever attempts to do it again I will kill him. I swear to any god that may be listening that I will." She growled out loud. Her silvery eyes glimmered with loathing and deadly promise. She hated her brother with every fiber of her being. Gods help him if he ever tried it again. They would fight violently and only one of them would emerge the victor. The other would either end up dead or mortally wounded.