Part One: Carrot.

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Raven pressed her pale hand onto the wall, the silk like stones that had built a guard of her friends fathers people, the Serrultan. The wall was a pale white like freshly fallen snow on the gentle grass she was standing on. She looked out across the field, it had Sakura tree's growing from almost everywhere, their pink pettles painting the sky with color, sometimes mixing within the pink layers of sky at sun down.

Raven adjusted her red, sleeveless top and rushed out, hunting for game. She climbed onto a tree and waited for a Sika deer to cross within her view, when the winds blow north, the herds move.

She heard the rustle of the brush, hoping some curious deer had ventured this way. This, was no deer.

It was a strange boy, about no older than herself. His hair was grassy green that could of blended within the silk, with an orange scarf and some headband. Raven chuckled abit, he looked like a carrot with two legs and arms. He turned and looked toward the tree, speaking in an accent the proved he was not from her village or any Serrultan clan home, "Tree's do not laugh. Show yourself." he said, slightly serious. Raven gently leaped from her tree and landed in front of him, holding her balance with one hand.

"And who might you be?" Raven asked, standing up. Raven noticed the dragon symbol on his head peice... he was one of the Shimda clan's. Raven's fear must of showed within her eyes as he instantly responded, "Genji Shimda... but I  wish you no harm if that's what your fearing." he said, staring at her.

Raven sighed, calming down. "Raven Yīngtáo." Raven smiled slightly, now, Serrultan rule stated that any Shimda clan member found should be struck dead on sight. But this wasn't the first rule Raven would break.

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