Rena had left the castle earlier in the night, just as the rest of her siblings had. She more or less had to sneak away to be alone; she felt as if all eyes were always on her just because she was the youngest. She groaned leaning against her favorite tree. The branches hung low, the perfect hiding place for her--yet it was just close enough for her to head back to the castle. She was growing bored, watching the clouds roll over the night sky. A small breeze blew her curly black hair across her face and she placed her hands on her black dress to keep it still.