Sasha sat next to the stream that the village depended on for its water. She loved being next to the stream and often came here to think, or talk to her lost friend. Sasha felt at peace next to the water, something that she couldn't find anywhere else. A soft wind lifted her black hair, and she quickly pushed a few strands of it behind her ear. Her sapphire eyes watched the stream's flow.<br/><br/>It was here where her friend had died. The stream was wide and about eight feet deep here. The stream sat calmly, as if saddened by what had occurred here. Sasha's friend, Diana, hadn't been the only one to die here, and she probably wouldn't be the last.