Long blades, short blades, skinny blades, fat blades. I held my breath, running my hand across the display, lingering over the wicked looking ones. Glancing around to see if there was anyone near by, I picked up a long, black obsidian dagger, and ran the point across my forearm, testing it. A streak of red ooze appeared, a little at first, then gradually more. A smile crossed my face as an unknown excitement filled me. Hastily, I placed the dagger back, pulled down my sleeve and quickly left. My knees suddenly went weak and I stumbled against the outer wall, stopping until I could walk again. The blood seeped through my sleeve, a dark growing stain on the otherwise pristine cloth. Mother, when she saw it, said nothing, but put a poultice on it and sent me back out to play. After all, a six-year old can get into trouble, and it means nothing at all. But that day, I found my first and only true love....
My name is Uinin Yulyna; remember it well.
