Rurik hated it here, absolutely dreaded it. Even now as he treaded across the vast open fields, something in the air made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. If it wasn't for one thing that had led him here, the dark man wouldn't have come all this way.

Deep within the moors, lied the scent of his sister. At first he couldn't believe it. Perhaps it was just simply a figment of his imagination, a mirage playing mind games with his senses. Yet there it was again, guiding him to the woman that was hiding around here somewhere.

Over and over, he had asked himself if he really wanted to find her. If he wanted to bring her more horrible memories and end what ever peace she might be living in this place. But at the same time, Rurik needed to know that she was alright. Needed to convince himself and her that things could be different, that he wasn't trying to bring about the same levels of pain and suffering Mother had forced him to inflict upon her so long ago.

Still the past festered in his mind like an old wound, angry and full of malice. What on earth would he even say to his sister? Would Saga attack him on sight? Run away? How on earth would she ever forgive him? Rurik knew that if he was in her shoes, if she had done that to him, there would be no forgiveness.

Not for his sister, not for mother, or anyone else that had anything to do with it. Yet here he was, giving it his all in order to find her. His heart hoping that this time, things could be different. That they didn't need to remain stuck in their horrific past.

Rurik came around the bend, eyes filled with both worry and excitement. The thought of seeing his sister again brought out emotions that had once remained suppressed for so long. He cautiously approached, getting closer until her scent was practically in his face. Then just a few feet away from him, the ball of reds, peaches and white stood before him.

Her face was also filled with worry, but she seemed to be holding her ground. Now what? Saga.....you're alive. Rurik's voice was almost a whisper, though still held that rugged and tired sound to his voice. I can't believe that I found you. That was all that he could bring himself to say, still standing there in utter shock that he had found the sister he so longed to see again.