Myra had traveled at least two days worth in only a few hours to come to this strange service people held after one passed. Granted she did feel rather terrible the old man had died, Isaac was the only family member Myra thought she had and at first the thought of his existence being no more left her extremely empty and lonely. She felt she had nothing to hold onto this world anymore, these thoughts now came back as she sat near the front gripping tightly to the small white fox that sat in her lap, the only friend she had left. A loud chorus of footsteps began to invade her mind and broke away the train of thought when a group appeared adorned in dark and rather depressing attire. At this point she had remembered Isaac once informed her that often in times people dressed different according to the reason for the gathering. This absolutely made no sense to Myra, when she first heard it from Isaac she had wondered if he meant neglecting to bring their boots or pants but now seeing the similar dress she understood. 

Growing up she simply had one set of clothing and possibly extra gear for colder or wetter weather. In fact at this moment she wore long black leather boots with crow feathers stitched into the back and made to stick out, long dark brown pants which had been patched together more than once, a few layers of overly long cotton shirts with a light chain vest hidden underneath, to stay warm a large dusty grey leather cloak which encased her body and made her appear small. On her head a strange hat with what appeared to be a face glowing sat smirking at all times, appearing almost alive. Her white hair was dirtied and appeared slightly matted as it stuck out clearly unkempt. 

The thought of being so different than these people caused her to begin withdrawing into her mind. Thoughts of the old man, him teaching her to fire a bow, the first time they managed to create a spell and all the other memories. These were now a chapter in the book of her life that was closed, how could she survive without this old man looking out for her. Isaac was simply more than a caretaker or a teacher, to Myra he was her father and mother, bestfriend and rival. They had done everything together since they had met and that included hunting. A smile cracked her formerly stiff and emotionless face as the service went on around her, she could recall the first time she had gotten her first kill against a gray troll. Although the weakest of all trolls, they still are not a typical monster one would scoff at and even an experienced knight would question going toe-to-toe against one and Myra had been able to quickly make work of it at only the age of ten, mostly thanks to Isaac's teachings.

She looked down and began to feel very out of place wishing for the old man back, tears threatened to fill her eyes when voices being raised next to her caught her ear. A boy who she hadn't noticed before appeared to be arguing with a group of officials of some kind, perplexed by what the problem was she realized the ceremony was ended and she officially had nothing to do now. Where would she go? She didn't know anyone, no one had come to say anything to her and there was an entire world she had out there that she didn't know about. Most of the room had began to clear out, causing Myra to shoot up and quickly head towards the exit when a strange sensation chilled over her body.

For a moment the world seemed to slow down as her head slowly turned towards the boy who was arguing before he was now further off across the courtyard of the building they had attended, a sensation rang through her skull when she felt something calling out to her. Watching him walk off clearly having a destination Myra began to simply follow. The amount of energy pouring off his body passively was immense, she couldn't help but be a moth to the flame. The crowd outside had recognized the girl and began to offer apologies and words of forgiveness but Myra couldn't bother to listen. The energy holding her attention now was too strange to let anything take her attention away, besides these people had never known her so what did they matter? However, as she emerged from the crowd that had swarmed her, the boy's body had been lost and she could no longer see him but instead felt his presence somewhere. [i]Listen Neru, sniff out that spiritual energy.[/i] The fox who had up until now remained quietly at the side of her feet now bound forward with its face pressed to the ground walking in a staggered fashion as it followed the scent. The more Neru walked and directed Myra, the more the boy's spiritual presence was noticeable and so they were quickly closing in on where ever he was headed.