Shoreport was a lively port town, filled with all kinds of shops and a variety of people.  The fish merchant sold his cod to travelers passing through.  He got deliveries in from the fishermen and paid their fees.  10 silver per cod, it was.  He looked up toward the sky.  "Looks like rain's coming," he told the flower merchant across the way.  He looked toward those clouds.  "Guess we should go inside?" he asked with a shrug.  The flower merchant nodded, her brown hair swept by the wind.  Her sweet smile flashed at him as she gathered her stuff.  She placed her goods underneath the stand.
"Shall we walk together?" the woman asked.
"Of course, my darling," the man replied.
On the pathway, the two held hands and smiled.  They walked toward a building at the end of the street.  At the door, the fish man felt the flower woman's hand leave his.  He looked over toward her.  "Oh, dear goddess!" He knelt over the woman's body, only to fall over her in a criss-cross manner.  The rain ate at the foundations of the town, the little friendly building blocks that made up their home were no more.  The variety of people were all one kind; Dead.

On a mountain far away, a cloaked figure looked to the town through a large telescope.  "Thank you, Kilaman.  He will be upset over this... I am sure," a young teen girl's voice spoke.  The cloaked figure walked into the cave.  A large pile of gold and other treasures awaited her inside and she left the telescope with those treasures.  She filled a small bag with gold and put it in a large backpack.  That should have been enough to pay for whatever the 'human' needed.  The long trek over toward the town of Burville began.  Perhaps that place was better known as the gathering center of all heroic do-gooders.  By the time she got there, news of the acid rain would surely have reached the city.

The cloaked figure took off her hood as she reached a wayside inn that night.  Light purple skin caused the innkeep to look twice, then mutter to himself.  She placed one gold mark on the desk.  She said, "I would like to stay for the night, please.  Keep any extra payment as a tip."  The purple-eyed person smiled toward the man.  He directed her up the stairs and to the second door on the left.  She walked toward the room.  She opened the door to find a vision of a man sitting on the bed.  He was a pinkish color, with pink dragon wings on his back.  He had blue eyes and pink, messy hair.  His sight brought tears to the girl's eyes.

"Oh, Sairis!  Even though you are not there, stay a little longer!  Just a little longer!" she cried.  The vision of that man beckoned her to sit on the bed with him.  She sat next to her mentor and father figure, crying into her hands.

Even though the vision was not real, she felt his warmth as he held her tight.  "Nix, stop this.  People are suffering because of you.  This needs to end, now," the man said.

The girl shook her head.  "No, I have to do this... I'm sorry people are hurting.  I really am sorry.  This has to be done.  For them... For you.  He has to suffer!  He has to know I am doing this because of him."  Nix looked up at him.  "I can't stop now.  It's too late.  That man has taken so much... He took you from me.  He has to pay."  Slowly, the vision of Sairis disappeared.  She grabbed for him, but only grabbed air.  She plopped her face on the pillow and muffled wailing came from the child.

"You will avenge them," a whisper came from behind her.  The wailing stopped.  The girl looked up from the pillow with a sniffle.
"I will," she said, her voice tattered to shreds.  "But that... That won't bring them back.  I'll still be unloved... Alone..."
A shadow appeared at her bedside.  The dragon's head rested next to hers.  "I am here," said the vision, "I will always be with you."  The girl turned over, her head on the pillow properly.  Those eyes closed and she slowly fell asleep.

The girl found the strength to continue on that journey for two more days, staying at inns along the road.  Just outside of the town of Burville, a man stopped her.  His knife seemed awfully pointy and a mask covered his face.  "Your gold or your life!"
Nix laughed and shook her head.  Two purple eyes looked toward his mask.  They glowed black and in an instant, he froze.  "I will allow you to blink.  To breathe.  To talk."  She stood on tip toes, removing his mask to reveal two wide eyes on a scarred face.  "How many people have you stolen from?"  She shook her head and took his dagger.  "It does not matter.  You will give your ill-gotten money to the city.  All of it." She threw that dagger into the river nearby.

"Fat chance, little missy," the highwayman spat.  "No little girl's gonna tell me what to do!"  The 'little girl' smirked.
She tilted her head to the side and stared at him.  She explained to him, "I have shoes older than you, but that is not the point.  You either give back your stolen things or I will leave you here."  She stood on her toes to get up into his face with her pointer finger.  He scoffed at her and she sighed.  "Very well then."  The girl left the highwayman to stand in the middle of the road, ignoring his claim that he would do as she said.  She sighed and let him go once she reached town.  It was bad form to stun people in the middle of roads, after all.

While there were many places in town, Nix's main focus was the operation building of the "Quest Giver".  Most importantly, she wanted in on the quest to investigate the Shoreport massacre.  "Excuse me, sir," she said to a short, pudgy man at a desk.  "May I join in on the Shoreport case?"  It was just like a criminal to return to the scene of their crimes, was it not?
The pudgy man smiled and replied, "You look like a good enough mage.  If the villain who did that shows their face, do you think you could beat them?"  Well, now, that was a tough question.  Could she beat herself in a battle?  She nodded, though unsure of how exactly it would come to her besting herself.
"With the right people by my side, I believe I could, sir," she replied.  She simply had to act like the culprit was someone else!  That would not be too hard, would it?  Of course not.  She could just be her polite self and nobody would be the wiser.  He directed her to go sit at a certain table and she followed those directions.
Nix looked closer at him.  He had a large belly. She gulped.  I hope he doesn't eat me.