<div align="center"><strong>Theme Music for the mission at hand</strong></div><br/><div align="center">Final Fantasy 7 Jenova Theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9kGaw216HM#)</div><br/><strong>Giselle Do'Urden<br/>Time; Evening, Day 1<br/>Location; The Northern Trek<br/>Tagged; Soon to be Eidolon and Nina if she has anything to say about it.</strong><br/><br/>Having picked up her pack from the library, Giselle quickly found the trail that otherworldly entity had created.  It was faint, even for her sharpened eyes to follow, but even a demon had to leave a trail, and Eidolon as Lionel had called him was no different.  Once she had found the trail, she dug about in her Bag of Holding on her belt until she found what she was looking for.  "There you are.  Sorry Dad, but I need these more than you do."  She whispered to herself, having stolen the mithril bracers as she had stolen his blades long ago when she had first started out on her adventures.  He would understand when she told him what she had used them for if she was successful and came back alive of course.  Strapping the enchanted cloth covered pieces of metal to her feet, just above where her boots began, Giselle nodded her approval, knowing the speed enhancing magic that was attached to the mithril bracers would help a great deal here.  If Lionel had thought her fast before, he had no idea how fast she was now as she took off like a shot, not even a blur was left behind now as she easily found the trail that the sorcerer had left behind.  She was silent as death itself however, her feet moving at a barely perceptible blur as the scenery rushed by her at an incredible rate.  Hit and run tactics were key when using the bracers, and while she didn't have much experience with them, Giselle was a fast learner.  She easily navigated the path as she had before, finding the creature was heading in another direction this time.  She saw Nina and Eidolon soon after just before he was about to open the way to his hideout.  She stopped before he saw her, and listened to the command word he spoke to open the path.<em>Clever bastard.</em>She thought to herself, filing it away, waiting several minutes so that he'd be out of earshot and eyesight before she did the same, opening the path and again finding his and now Nina's trail.  Was he forcing her to walk on her own now?  The tracks said as much to her ranger senses.<br/><br/>She was careful, keeping as silent as a breeze so as not to alert the powerful entity.  He was obviously another Dark Lord, his power immense but she held no fear for her safety.  She had faced dragons and other creatures more powerful, and while he'd challenge her in ways she couldn't begin to imagine most likely, Giselle wouldn't leave Nina to die at that thing's hands if she could help it.  The snow barely made any noise under her well trained steps.  She stopped, letting them get out of sight once again before she pulled out another one of her tricks from her Bag of Holding.  This had been a gift, to commemorate when the spirit contained within the statue she now held had chosen her over her father.  They had both taken it as a sign that she was ready for whatever laid ahead of her, a thought that made her smile sadly at the memory.  Putting the magical panther shaped figurine on the ground before her, Giselle called the creature's name, her voice barely above a whisper, but her call was heard across the planes of existence as surely as if she had shouted it.  "Guenhwyvar, come to me my shadow.  Help me as you have helped my father so many times before."  The statue didn't respond, but Giselle knew she was successful as a black mist formed beside the black onyx stone figurine before an eight hundred pound representation of the statue became solid right before her eyes.  The Astral Planar cat was a thing of utter perfection and highly intelligent, and just as she had done for her father, Giselle telepathically imparted what she needed from her friend, and Guen listened without fail before she ran on ahead, even more silent than Giselle.  Despite being a summoned familiar, Guenhwyvar was not a slave by any means as so many summoned pets were.  She was a valued and trusted friend, one that was as ageless as the stone they walked on, and just as powerful as she silently ran on with Giselle right beside her given her enhanced speed.  How many times had her father and Guen had ran like this?  Focusing on the task at hand however, Giselle smiled grimly as they closed the distance, keeping out of range of the creature's senses, she hoped, but not without ever losing sight of the trail or them for that matter.  If they had done good enough, they wouldn't know they were being followed until it was too late.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.wikia.com/legaciesofcormanthyr/images/6/64/Guenhwyvar.jpg)</div></div><br/>(The mighty Guenhwyvar runs again.)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://factoidz.com/images/user/103127%282%29.jpg)</div></div><br/>(The Bracers of the Blinding Strike.)