• Aria was perched on top of a building near the area were Bruken had been spotted. She kept a close eye on everything that moved, looking for him. She was transformed into her fighter uniform. Her hand was tightly on the hilt of her sword.
    On an average day Aria Anderson looked like any normal fifteen year old teenaged girl. She had long brown hair the came down her waist, aqua blue eyes with a tint of purple, and pale skin. She wore normal clothing and went to a normal school. So what was different? Aria had no parents…
    She was an orphan, brought up by her grandparents. Her parents died when she was only three. Right in front of her face they were killed by a man named Charles von Bruken. So now she hunts him. And not the way an animal hunts another or a person hunts a criminal. No she hunts like the fighter she is.
    Yes Aria was a fighter. So was Charles. Both born with the blood of the two greatest warriors ever, Hermia and Theos. Both carrying their swords and their powers. Neither human.
    Transformed Aria wore an aqua blue dress with leafy bell sleeves and a short bottom. She had a purple belt around her waist. She wore blue knee high boots with purple-green trim around the top. Her hair was braided back and on her head was a silver crystalline tiara. She possessed great fighter abilities and power.
    So there Aria sat waiting for the sense of Charles to strengthen. And then it did. Without hesitation, Aria jumped from her perch to the next building, then hid among the shadows.
    There he was. Stepping out of the building next to her. She watched as he turned the corner and climbed in to a taxi. As it drove away from the curb she followed, jumping from building to building, making sure he didn’t see her.
    A few blocks away the taxi stopped in front of the library. The two story building had a roof-top café. She watched him enter the building and waited. Then just as she had suspected, he came out of the door on the roof and sat down.
    Now was her chance. Without stopping, Aria glided down the twenty story building she was on and jumped across traffic to the other building. Then she ran across the roof towards Charles.
    Sensing her presence, Charles stood up, threw off his coat and transformed into his fighter. Then pulling his sword out of its sheath, he charged towards her.
    His fighter form was a dark blue shirt under a black long-sleeve cover with a dark blue sash around his waist. He had black-blue pants and black shoes. A silver crystal ring was on his right ring finger.
    They charged toward each other with incredible speed, ignoring everything around them. They clashed swords many times. Some times he hit her, sometimes she hit him. Both were even. Once he hit her across the traffic to the other building, where she jumped off of back towards him. Once she hit him into the cashier, almost knocking them both off the rooftop.
    Their battle went on. He fought with a grin; she fought with anger and determination. Both were equal.
    Then Charles spoke…
    “This is fun and all, but I need to be going, I have a meeting to attend to,” he said returning his sword to its sheath, transforming back to normal, and with a big evil grin he turned and left the library’s roof.
    Aria ran to the side of the rooftop just to see him enter a taxi and drive away.
    “AHHHH!!!” she yelled, angered. There was no point in following him for now. So unsatisfied, Aria placed her sword into its sheath, transformed back to normal, and walked over to the counter to order something to eat.
    “I’ll have a bagel please,” Aria said taking out her wallet.
    The person at the counter stared at her for a minute before taking her order. “What was that all about?” she asked.
    “It was nothing,” Aria said hander the cashier the money.
    “I wouldn’t call a sword fight death battle ‘nothing’,” she said looking at Aria.
    Aria took the bagel and began spreading cream cheese on it. “It is nothing to worry about,” Aria said. The girl said nothing more. Aria finished her bagel, turned and as she left the rooftop she threw the bagel’s bag into the trash, perfectly. It was time to go home.