Pa Pè Anyen…
Smoke rises…
Darkness falls…
She is silent… observant…
Her body moves in shadow… slow… and with purpose…
In rhythm with her stride she hums a soft tune… low… and melodious…
The sound dreams are made of…
There are things that go bump in the night…
They slide over the ground… watchful…
They move sinuous… restless… and with malicious intent…
Doubt… Envy… Anger… Fear…
The things failure is made of…
But she remains fearless…
Forging her own path… untouched by chaos…
Led by an inner light…
Smoke rises…
Silent… observant…
Darkness falls…
A soldier…
The sun will shine again…
Her mind is set… her plan in motion…
Tonight she moves in shadow… slow… and with purpose…
In rhythm with her stride she hums a soft tune… low… and melodious…
The sound dreams are made of…
There are things that go bump in the night…
They slide over the ground… watchful…
They move sinuous… restless… and with malicious intent…
Doubt… Envy… Anger… Fear…
The things failure is made of…
Yet she is fearless…
Forging her own path…
Calm and resolute through madness…
Led by an inner light…
A warrior…
– Nova
For Draka Hunt