"Hey! Get back here!" An angry voice yelled as a girl with red hair forced her way through the crowded streets of her home town. She'd managed to swipe a piece of freshly baked bread from his cart and, boy, was he upset about it. "Somebody, stop her!" His voice managed to carry to some 'good samaritans' and a man who was probably one hundred years old made an attempt to stop Raine, but she quickly moved pass him before hopping onto a nearby crate, nearly crushing the oranges inside as she did so. “Watch it!” The owner of the oranges exclaimed as she tugged the crate from underneath the red head, nearly making her fall in the process. 

Luckily, Raine was able to hop onto another crate before hoping down to the ground. By then, the entire market was in a state of confused chaos and the girl took that moment to slip away, unseen by her previous pursuer. [i]Haha I still got the bread.[/i] She thought to herself with a satisfied grin as she bit into the semi warm bread. It needed a bit of butter but Raine wasn’t complaining. Food was food. The street that she was currently on was rather quiet and the peacefulness of it relaxed the girl a bit; she even stopped and closed her eyes, savoring the moment.

Images of her mother and father popped into her mind; her mother’s gentle smile, her father’s red hair. Raine was a split image of her parents, who were deceased. The girl was around eight years old when a terrible storm swept through the town, flooding streets and homes without remorse. Her parents has sacrificed their lives to keep her head above water and eventually perished themselves, leaving eight year old Raine to fend for herself in the world. The girl quickly opened her eyes and pushed those thoughts away. No, there wasn’t time to feel sad, not when she could hear some type of commotion going on in the tavern near her. Since Raine was quite a nosey person, she headed over to the tavern, surprised by the loud noises that floated out the front door, which was slightly ajar. 

[i]What’s going on in there?[/i] She wondered to herself and peaked her head in, only to pull it out as someone came flaying towards her. Raine managed to get out of the way in time, but her bread was knocked out of her hand in that moment. A look of surprise crossed her face before it was quickly replaced with anger. “You…That was the first piece of food I’d had in days!” She exclaimed and dragged the man by his collar with an unimaginable amount of strength before throwing him back into the tavern, knocking over a fighting pair at that same moment. When they were back on their feet, they turned towards Raine with a look of hatred in their eyes but, by that time, the red head had already pulled out her fighting needles from her trusty pouch and pointed them threateningly at the two.

“Bring it.”