Prolog -No title as of yet, please comment-

     Zaria's breathing quickened as the fog around her tightened it's grip, she knew she was close.  Dark brown dreadlocks tapped her back as she turned from side to side, scanning the fog for the creature hiding in it.  Her green eyes locked on her target, it was coming closer.  At the last second possible Zaria jumped into the air and landed on the back of a large creature, her dagger held at the ready.
     In front of her stood a woman, her eyes sharp and brown, hair black and long, skin the pale opposite to Zaria's own dark skin.  The woman before her smiled, "So you have come, you are not as strong as I'd hoped you'd be by now.  It was so long ago when we last met, your father was still alive too...Oh wait, no, that was before you came down from your room."  The pale woman smirked, "Are you here to avenge him, then?"
     Zaria didn't talk, she stood there, glaring at the woman.  Finally she herself smiled, "I'm stronger than you'll ever be, banshee."  With that Zaria ran at the woman, the one who'd killed her father, leader of her tribe.  The woman let out a cruel laugh, "So you think." she said, with a wave of her fan the fog surrounded her, as it crept back the woman was nowhere in sight.  Zaria cursed, "You'll pay for what you did!" she shouted into the nothingness.