TiRain Wanderer FINISHED!

Dark hair, a face with no wrinkles, all but flawless. ANy guy stopped and looked, checking her out, but that was a long time ago. TiRain doesn't even have to joke when she says "The was over six decades ago." Because it is true. TiRain was once the most prettiest girl in her tribe, pretty then the sun some use to say. But everyone grows old. No one stays young forever unless you are a vampire... or use lots of botox Slowly the men starting taking less interest in her. At first she wondered why none had ask such a pretty girl like her as a wife. She never found an answer so she stopped searching. Slowly a young vibrant face changed, it stopped being as fresh as a raindrop, and slowly wrinkles began to outline an old face. They were like dried streams carved into an old river bed. They weren't pretty at all. So dirt began to creep into them, at first TiRainwould scrub and clean till it all was gone, but it never stopped, so she just gave up. She gave up on finding out the truth as much as cleaning herself. Even Spiritual Leaders can let themselves go.

Her eyes use to have so much light in them. They use to glitter with life and give away averything she would think about. Now well now they are dull. They are still full of life, but they just aren't so bright and cheerful. AGe certaintly does that to you. Once the most bluest eyes were now just boardering on grey. They had all the colour sucked out of them. But they still held so much wisdom. You could see a bright light if you looked close enough, it was just covered by her duties and her life as the Spiritual Leader and being shunned from her own family. Her once strong arms and legs were more brittaland week. Most people expected the old lady to drop dead any day and prehaps she will, but she is still strong. She knows whjen her time will be up. It isn't now. Her legs are thin and people wonder how she can support herself with them, but then they see her this body. Just skin and bone and they understand why. TiRain use to be the prettiest girl in her tribe, now she is fighting for a place in her home and in a way she is fighting for her life.

OK now where to start. I have 90 years of history to get through. Now this should be fun! Nahh Jokes that would just be boring xD TiRain was born nintey years ago on a Saturday. She doesn't know why she remembers the very day that she was born, but she believes it has something to do with the death of her parents. She was very close to them as she grew upcloser then many were to there parents in the wealthy district four. It was her home, but it of course no longer was, all the warm memories she holds of her days in the district are now riddled with nightmares and pain. Even at her old age she still thought of them and what they suffered. It was after all the reason she had left. Not many things stay with you as you grow older, but the most terriable things stay with you until deaf. They are the most vivid.

It all started when TiRain started having dreams. When she was barely more than four she was having the most vivid of dreams. Dreams where she could feel pain, the very ground benath her and the presance of people around her. She told her parents about it, they didn't shun her or tell her it all wasn't true, they to TiRains utter surprise believed her... but the thing is back then TiRain was known as Nanu, it was a name that she cherished. She loved it, but when she left all those years ago, even before the rebellion and the Hunger Games. But when she left she left her name behind. She left herself. When TiRain was just ten years old the Peacekeepers came. Back then they weren't so tough, but things like "sorcerey" and "magic" they had no tolerance for it. My parents had kept it to themselves, but of course she had been only a child. She had known nothing about the dangers. When they came, they really came. There was tonnes of them, her parents instantly knew why. Her mum came for her while her dad held them back. She didn't know what was happening so she followed. Her mother lead Her out the back of the house, there were PK's there. She squeled as they converged on us. TiRain screamed in fear as they reached out for her.

Her mother wouldn't let them. With a scream of rage she leapt at them. The last thing she ever heard my mother say was "Run Nanu" So she ran. She turned and ran on her little legs. She didn't stop until she reached the woods that surrounded her home. TiRain took here last look that she would ever see of her home again. All she saw was PK's chasing her fleeing form. She turned and ran harder than she had ever ran before. The dreams never stopped they kept coming. They never seemed to stop. For a very long time TiRain barely kept herself alive. Then she meet a boy. She told him her name was TiRain, ti for her favourite food and rain for her most favourite weather in the world. His name was Azzuen. He took her in and helped her. They became very close and after many years of being together they started the tribe. They had a daughter together. Soon the tribe grew and the members took upon the name of Rain. It was afterall her tribe. New members brought news of the outside world, of rebellions and destruction. A game that sent kids to their deaths. For the first time she felt comfort that she was safe. The first time in a long time.

The powers never left and just after the passing of her husband and the leadership of KunRain she truly learn't what she did. She was the balance and as she watched KunRain destroy everything she and her husband created she spoke up. For doing this she was basically banished from her tribe. She didn't leave. She was 80 years old by then, that was not right. Besides she had to protect the world she lived in. He was destroying the balance and TiRain learned that she could see into the two worlds, she was the balance of these worlds. She was what stopped KunRain for taking too much. She was going to keep annoying him, until he saw truth, or until she died.