Amethyst, a small, petite and beautiful girl no older than twenty-five, stood on the hill of Dimat; looking out over her once greatly respected city. The time had come, and the time had passed for her to care about anything else but her goals, her ambitions. This time, indeed, seemed to travel slowly and carelessly through space, having no courtesy for the young Ancients rivals. After all these years fighting, or protecting as she called it, for the Draconian Guardians- Amethyst was still looked down upon. It enraged her, ate away at the small heart she had left beating; chewing her up from the inside out. She really had no idea how much more she could take, or how much<em>longer</em>she could hold on. The day was warm, early in the afternoon according to the songs the birds were singing. Amethyst laced her slender fingers around the hilt of one of her Sais’ and flipped it around in her hand, point facing the ground. Today was<em>hunt</em>day, only once a week, and she was always permitted to bring food home. It was tiresome, chasing animals here,<em>being</em>chased by animals there. Today she sought out a regular boar, a full grown male, and tusks as long as Amethyst's arm. She wasn't afraid, in fact, the sly smile hadn't left her face.  Another step through the sinister shrubs and low trees and the young Ancient spotted her pray, only moments to react she spun her Sais up around her hand until the dagger faced the sky, than with precise elegance, she tripled back and flung it forwards through the air; smiling as the blade never made a move to spin. It hit the boar in the side of the head, bringing it down onto its side without another word said.<em> “Yeah, not so tough now are ya?”</em>She taunted it, striding on up to it and yanking the Sais free of its overgrown head.<br/><br/>That was when she heard the distinct sound of bells in the distance; the battle grounds, or training as she called them for she would never have the elite chance to<em>battle.</em>Woman? No, it was because of whom she was not what she was. Although she knew at right about this time, Arcxsus Artul would be there, training. She had never met the warrior; he was a Terrax, probably never even thought to give her a seconds glance. She sighed and turned towards the city, holstering her Sais into her hip sheath and taking off at a run- boar forgotten. The training grounds weren't known by everyone, only a selected few that bothered to venture out behind the Dimat world of gates. One of those people was Amethyst, and she had her heart set on challenging Arcxsus to a small duel, just to train. She figured she could keep up,<em>only one way to find out,</em>her mind told her, she nodded as she slowed to a walk, coming up just on the outer edge of the arena-like space, though a tad overgrown. She slipped onto a flat surfaced rock and crossed her legs under her, eyes set on Arcxsus as he went about his drills. There; she waited for him to notice her.<br/>