It seemed like she finally escaped it all, like her past was finally put behind her. Like she would be able to live a normal life--but how could she, with what she was? Yet it would be better than what she had came from. She tried to forget it all, the demons that haunted her then and still did now. Things never work as such for Singa, though. When she comes across what could be the possible fate for all of her kind, it is time that she returns. Her kind needed her. The war still raged. It just wasn't ever going to end.