A dark figure sat on the roof of a small building. It was a small city, but it was still noisy as hell. Arya looked mostly human. She couldn't exactly walk around with two giant, white wings sticking out of her back, or all the armor she usually wore. She looked like a normal human with a light shade of jeans and a white tank top. It felt ood not wearing all that armor. She had gotten us to the extra weight, and now she felt like she would just float away. A soft breeze nipped at her bare arms and shoulders and made her dirt blonde hair dance. Her emerald eyes looked up at the sky. It was dark, but not too dark. It would get darker as the night went on. Arya's feet hung off the roof. She wondered how long she'd be able to stay hidden from all those hunters. They had recently been killing all of the mythical creatures that had looked human. She knew they should probably do something to stop all this killing, but most were too scared to do anything about it. Not Arya. She was going to fight against those dammed hunters.
