Midnight knew nothing but the wilderness for many many years. From the age of 12 to 19, she survived in nature. The hermit she lived with for those years helped her only with the basics, how to trap, how to treat wounds, how to fly, how to fish.. how to kill. The first time she had to kill an animal, she was hesitant. The hermit didn't feed her. She was starving. She was desperate. She had the animal stuck in a trap and she had a knife. She stared at it as she drew closer, seeing the innocen...

"I'm bored." Midnight mentioned out loud to herself, sitting on the couch in her living room. Nothing was going on that day, her shop was all caught up on orders, her garden had already been tended to for the day and she had done her laundry and shopping. There was nothing at all for her to do. She let out a sigh as she flopped backwards onto the couch, shutting her eyes and starting the wait for the end of the day. A peculiar thought hit her; she was lucky. Lucky she had her own shop, lucky she...