~{Imagine a Snowflake In The Wind}~

In the dimly lit chamber of the fortress, silence reigned supreme. The only sounds that punctuated the air were the rhythmic echoes of footsteps and the soft clinks of metal meeting metal. Shadows danced across the stone walls, cloaking the figures that moved with practiced precision.

Lyranyx stood at the center of the training hall, her muscles coiled like springs, poised for action. Clad in dark attire that melded seamlessly with the darkness around her, she moved with an elegance born of relentless discipline. Every step, every gesture was calculated, a testament to years of rigorous training.

Her instructor circled her like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze sharp and unyielding. There were no words exchanged between them, only the unspoken language of combat. With a nod of acknowledgment, he lunged forward, his blade flashing in the dim light.

And so, the dance of death began anew, a symphony of steel and shadow that echoed through the halls of the fortress.

The sparring was over almost as soon as it began. It ended as it always did, Lyranyx's cunning maneuvers nearly overpowering her instructor, leaving him momentarily deceived by her  deceit. Perhaps it was because he saw through her misleading gestures or the act of her being cornered, but regardless it was evident that she would have to try even harder if she ever thought of beating him.

Only a sigh broke the silence as the instructor held the steel blade to Lyra's neck. She didn't flinch nor show an atom of fear even though she knew what defeat meant. I need to do better. Those words, repeated so often that they were engraved into her mind, were the last thoughts she had before the pressure of the blade increased. Her vision faded out until even the silver glow of the moon was naught but a grey blur.
The shadows wrapped themselves around her and this already dark world became even darker.

A young girl was sitting on the staircase outside, her deep blue eyes unflinching as she watched children, around her age, running around. Were they playing tag? No, they were chasing an...object? It was spherical, that much she could tell but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't gauge anymore details. She sighed and shook her head, subconsciously stroking her pet cat. It is what it is. With that thought in mind she focused her attention on her feline friend. Its grey fur gave off a silver glow as it purred, leaning towards the little girl.

The laughter of children faded into backround noise. All was peaceful. That was until a gloved hand reached towards her, lightly tapping her on the shoulder. She glanced up to see a young woman, around late twenties, with a vibrant smile on her face. Her blonde hair cascaded into ringlets at arms length. Her head was adorned with a black rose hat. She wore a diamond necklace with a scarf. Her dress was a simple, black empire-waist. She was probably in mourning.Who died?

She still had a closed eye smile, a light radiating off her when she finally spoke' Hello dear child, how are you this fine morning?'