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Serenity walked along the edge of the road, head down and completely hidden by her hood. She walked along, leaning on her staff because the heat was getting to her and her water was empty. She had seen this small village a couple miles back from a top a hill and was now making her way for a quick regeneration before hitting the road; she was low on water and food and was ready for a break from walking. The road was dusty and dry, the heat pounded on her back amplifying bu the leather, and this was normal for Serenity. She was used to being by herself in the most uncomfortable situations and was stuck in survival mode because of this.

As she approached the village she heard music; beautiful music played by a violin and accompanied by a woman's voice. Serenity walked up and stood behind a massive crowd, watching the woman play on an electric violin. It seemed as though she was taken back in time, back to when she was more human and lived to live not to survive. These memories were dredged up from nowhere and out of the dark closet she never open, that held those painful memories of her past.

She was spinning, a young girl with wavy black hair and who was covered in scarves. She was spinning and jumping, kicking and leaping, all they while a stream of light followed her and flowed in beautiful designs. There were people around her playing instruments that Serenity recognized as a fiddle, a guitar, and a hand held drum that the person was hitting with stick on both sides. Then there were people around those people clapping in time with the music, laughing, and dancing themselves, though most were actually watching the young child in the middle as she kept up with the music with energetic movements that swirled and flowed you'd think the dance was already choreographed before hand, but Serenity knew that this was impromptu dancing. She also knew this young girl with the light accompanying her dancing, was her, and these people around her laughing and enjoying life for what it was, was her troupe, her family.

While Serenity was consumed in her escaped memory, she hardly realized that she began swaying to this woman's music, that her feet were beginning to remember the movement they had known so long ago. No one looked at this strange woman in the back of the crowd as she started to remember the movements of how to dance and of memories that she had locked away, and especially the fact that the tip of her staff, a glass orb wrapped in a scarf, had begun to glow ever-so slightly.