Kimber, with her orange hair hidden under the hood of her navy jumper, slowly inched toward the cabin she once called home. She hated returning, it was the one place that the kingsmen were certain to have seen her, however, she needed to go back, she had things she needed to collect. Quickly surveying the area from her position behind a tree she made a dash for the log cabin hoping that the dark would conceal her from the possible wanderers of the night. Slowly shutting the wooden door the teenage element slowly grew a small flame to float above the palm of her hand. It was only small as she could not, would risk increasing its size in fear of being caught, it offered little light but enough to find her way through the cabin, although that may be purely of sense and memory.

With her hand outstretched she slowly guides herself through the small cabin to her old room on the left of the house. She makes her way to her wall where, in its place, the sheathe to her sword she once used for hunting hung on the wall. She was sure one of the kingsmen would have inspected her house, the Element king was many things, cruel, ruthless but not an idiot unless... she slowly grabbed the sheathe, yanking it off the wall. She raised her hand, shedding light on where the hilt of the sword should have sat... and it did. It was evidence, how was it not taken. Unless he, or she, who had been assigned to inspecting the cabin left it there on purpose for some reason.