Sleeping�.silence�.dreaming�.momentum of the fall into the void. A voice which beckons pulls forth the desire to live. Years, centuries went by as she laid there on the rock ledge inside the volcano then something tugged at her. When her eyes opened there was daylight and a cool spring breeze, she looked around then at the stranger who had pulled her forth from her fiery slumber. How had she gotten in there? How long had she been in there? Questions she wanted to ask but instead only thanked the stranger who had rescued her. Did she have a family? The answers, to others, would have come so easily but to her there was a large gap where things were supposed to be but weren�t.

Her new life began that day and the road became her closest companion. She went from village to village, small town after another like a gypsy without a caravan. Since the only thing she could remember was her name she created a whole new life for herself. When she was asked about her family she would tell them she left them behind. Once again, or so she believed, she learned the art of healing and when it came so naturally to her she told herself it was a gift from the goddess. In some places she became the local story teller and children flocked to her just to hear her wild fantasies. Though she traveled across the world she never stayed in one place until she came upon a tavern, here she believed was her journeys end.

Since the time of her freedom she came to find she liked being secluded from others in which she found a nice area. It took her about a month but by the month�s end her new home had been built, she called this place Sirenas Cliffs. The cliff side manor looked out over the ocean towards the place where the sun set each night. The days went by and she visited the tavern every day silently searching for answers she didn�t dare ask questions too. She was always silent never drawing attention to herself, something deep within her kept her quiet.

On one of her visits to the tavern she had caught the eye of a man, when he approached her she wondered why he was talking to her. For the most part she kept herself quiet answering him with the occasional yes or no, caution became an instinct. Each day she went to the tavern the same man would approach her and start a conversation with her. He had slowly worn down her defenses and when he asked her on a walk she accepted without much hesitation. For the first time in months she found herself at a calm she didn�t believe existed. Was her life always this peaceful? She oftened wondered if it had always been like that. Each day she went on a walk with the man who had offered his kindness to her. He introduced himself as Evin and when asked what her name was she told him but Pix would be fine also. And so a new name had been started for herself.

Many days passed by and they grew close to one another like most good friends do. One day while picnicking at the lake he stole a kiss from her. At first she only stared at him wondering why he had done that. Having seen the reaction on her face he leaned back in for another kiss this much slower in pace and a little longer. She sat there frozen, all she heard was the gentle lapping of waves upon the rocky shore, when he leaned away from her she continued to star at him. Like an idiot she asked him why he had done that and like a fool she blushed asking him. A bit of laughter was exchanged between them as she fumbled the edge of her shirt sleeve.

Many more days were spent over looking the ocean with Evin as did they spend a few nights together. She awoke one morning to find Evin sleeping on her couch, a small smile perched on her lips as she went over and woke him up. Once he awoke they had a small breakfast together before making the small trip to the tavern. She held his hand and walked side by side with him, on many of these trips she would tell him some of her made up stories. Like the children who listened to her, he too loved to listen to them even if he did find them a little far fetched.

It was becoming more apparent that her feelings for Evin had grown to the point of complete love. How strange that she would feel this way towards a trusted friend, but within her somewhere she hoped that he felt the same way. That day as they sat outside the tavern, far from the building itself, Evin asked her a question that would completely change her destiny. He promised her that he would help her find her past but she secretly didn�t want to remember. She knew without a past she could have no future, no place to call home. She agreed to let Evin help her and so together they began searching for answers though she believed the answers wouldn�t be found here at the tavern but else where.

Back at the cliff side manor she sat before the fireplace studying a few maps. One was of the place where she had been found, another was of the tavern and its surrounding lands and the third was far away in distant lands. She marked out a few places on each of the maps; the hardest part was choosing a place to start. She left the maps there beside the fire and went upstairs to bed. Crawling in beside Evin she laid there staring out the balcony window at the stars. Something out there was calling her; tomorrow she would leave her home behind.

Morning came early and she found herself slipping out before the sun touched the horizon. She left Evin a note beside his pillow that she would be back in a few months or so. She took one last look around then set out into the forest taking the path that led her away from the tavern. The morning light seeped through the branches of the trees casting small thin shadowed lines upon her body. As she walked along the fresh morning dew danced along the top of her hand sending a small cold chill up along her back. A small melody reached her lips and flowed forth into the silent air. She wandered slowly taking in the scenery and wild life, the normal things one would see on an adventure.

The sun had risen high enough to signal it was late in the afternoon so she decided to stop by a small stream and have a small lunch. As she ate some fruit she watched the water flow on endless down where it met the sky. Somewhere behind her the bushes began to rattle softly catching her attention but she made no move to acknowledge it. When she had finished the bite of her apple she tucked the remainder of her food back in her satchel and went on her way. Her guard had slowly begun to mount as the rustling became louder. As far as she knew she had no enemies, slowly her trail began to empty out into a wider space, her enemy would then make itself known.