Sarah hadnt come back to the Maritime through out the night, or the next day. She had wound up deep in the forest, and was sitting on a branch of a large tree.

Finally, she decided to go back. She needed to. Sarah jumped down from the tree, landing softly on the ground, and began the walk back to the Maritime.

She hadnt cut herself, that was at least a step in the right direction. But, she had gotten close to it, so that mean she still wasnt completely right yet.

She hoped nobody was worried about her, she didnt mean to be out this long. It was just, she couldnt go back there until she was ok. She didnt want to see anybody, in case she changed again, like the night Harry found her by the docks. The last thing she wanted was to hurt anybody else. There was enough bloodshed due to her.

She sighed, looking up to the stars again. They had so many unsaid answers. It was once told to her, that when a dragon died, it became a star. She liked to believe that was real, and that the greatest of them were looking down on her, trying to guide her in the right direction.

More often now, than in the past, she wondered why shed had lived so long, and why her life was just now getting to her. Maybe because of her age, she had finally become wise to her ways.

Sarah looked down at her left arm. It was healing nicely, but was definatley leaving scars. They wouldnt be as bad as a human scarr, but would leave slight marks forever.

Tomorrow, she thought, she would see her friend who had the horse she wanted. A black Friesan stallion. But what to name him? Mor, the elvish word for black. It was simple, and fitting for sure.

Finally she reached the Maritime. She gave a sigh, and went through the front door, and immediatley up to her room. She didnt stop to eat, drink or see if anybody was there.