Vidalia had been warned that this would happen. Not specifically, of course, who or what or when, but definitely that she would be hunted at some point in her life. Her brothers, twins Tristan and Damien, had been sure to make her prepared for such a thing after they fled their home some hundreds of years ago. The lessons came flooding back. How to escape a pursuer, how to hide her tracks, how to remain seen in a crowd or lose a hunter in a crowd.<br/><br/>Instead she chose to play a game. It was nearing midnight, or so she thought. It was cool with the final chills of winter loosing their grip as spring pushed forward. Her breath would still fog, but there was not as much a bite to it as there was a few months before. She walked down the quiet street, with her coat collar turned up against the chilly wind. A letter, more a note, in her hand. She was sure they were watching her, who ever it was. Her game was simple, solve the riddles and find her if they could. It would provide her with some entertainment and be a distraction to prolong the inevitable. Her hunter would find her in the end, she might as well have some fun with it.<br/><br/>She turned down an ally, her boots clicking on the asphalt. The first riddle, the first move would now be put into play. Making sure there was no one in sight, she put the letter on the top of a trash can in the ally. There was no name on the envelope, she was still unsure who to address it to. Inside though was a simple riddle:<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"The Green Faerie they called me; <br/>Bright green and sublime. <br/>Playing with the hearts and minds;<br/>Of those so daring to taste me.<br/>Know me only by this;<br/>And seek me out where it can be found."</span><br/><br/>She signed it off in her fancy cursive writing with "Happy Hunting -A". Vidalia thought it would be a simple enough riddle. She also thought she was being far too nice to give her hunter her name at all, a nickname sure, but a name all the same and names had power. Hers was earned through appearance and occasionally her temperament.<br/><br/>She left quickly, continuing down the alley and out onto a busier street. She could only hope her pursuer would notice the note, else her game would have to start another time. She would come back before sunrise and check to see if it was still there.