A single note rested on the surface of the tavern wall, Lightning's pocket knife was holding it in place so others knew it was from her, reading the following:

"To the whatever you all want to be called, Heroe's that will do. I will not be helping in this war of yours, unless it spreads to the other worlds. Its not like I hate you, I just have matters to attend to on Cacoon, wishing to do them before this goes on for to much longer. Alicia, Apple, Seras, Xena. I am not going…

Tonight was the night; everything came down to this, one question, to keep going down this demonic path or return to normal. It was a peaceful night in the forest surrounding the tavern; she could still hear the patrons enjoying their drink and other festivities. Not liking the noise she moved with swift movements deeper into the forest until there was complete silence. The dark shades of trees blocking her…

Lightning gasped for breath, no oxygen being let into her system through the pain of the barbed tipped of the arrow sinking deep into her shoulder blade. Small trickle of blood running down her chest as a never ending flow, a poison unknown to her surging through her body, is this death? The only question on her mind as her organs one by one stopped. Trembling fingers wrapped around the wooden shaft of the arrow and with a forceful yank and a high pitched scream the arrow was pulled out…