In the early morning hours, nothing could be heard around the Falls except for the Falls themselevs. It was peaceful and calming. It felt like nothing could disturber such peace and quite.

As if. All was not as it seemed. For there was a lone figure, dressed in black and blue out on the rocks in the middle of the water, and she was anything but still. Her movements with her staff were timed to perfection and flowed one into another. Just as she had known they would. The figures name was Shy Harmony.

Shy had been coming to this spot to train since her father was killed. Shy had only been five at the time. Her older brothers, Shane and Samion, had been the ones to teach her all she knew. Over the years she had taken what they had to teach her and made it her own. Making each move fit her strengths and weakness. Made each move fit her talent. All the work had paid off. For last night, while her father's killer had slept, Shy had slipped in and killed him.

Now she was here to get the guilt out of her mind. Why should she feel gulity? He had killed her father. A man who had never done any wrong in his life. He had needed to go. But there was still a feeling in Shy that she had done wrong. That there was something about her father's death that she didn't know. Something about him that she didn't know. Something that she was determined to find out about. And that was a feeling Shy hated to feel.