A/N: Harmony is from one of my stories. I connect her a lot with me, although I have no reason to. I thought of this last night, because I felt alone. I wrote it today, because I still do. Some people might get ideas about Harmony and Sara, but this is a perfectly straight fic.

            I slowly walked away from the fire. I was the stalwart hero, the warrior of the group. I guided them through dangers unscathed. Never was I sick. Hardly did I show emotion. I seemed to be at peace, sometimes, to onlookers. The personification of my name. I was Harmony Galinaphor. I was the perfect warrior.

            But there is something they don't realize, I thought as I glanced back. The fire was much smaller now, a star in the night. I walked fast when I wanted to. I'm a human, too. With that thought I found a small boulder and curled up on the lee side of it, which was also away from their sight. Not even dark alone could hide me. My white hair picked up any ray of light and bounced it back.

            This was a carefully coveted secret. Everyone had one. Mine was just an unusual one.

            Looking into the night I frowned slightly. On another person it'd seem thoughtful, but not on me. If someone at the fire saw me now, they'd immediately demand to know what was wrong. And what could I, the rock-solid warrior, tell them?

            I was tired. I was feeling used up. I was tired of fighting… and… most of all… I was tired of the killing. I had killed my first person before I was twelve, aided by the power of my world. And now, at fifteen, but appearing seventeen, I had lost count. I always tried to count.

            137 in duels. 578 more in war.

            I tucked the numbers away. I didn't know where they came from, but it was a good source. The world's singing in the back of my head got louder when it spoke.

            I was alone in my world. I'd always be alone. Not only because I was a female warrior, not because I was known for it worldwide before I was thirteen years of age, but because of my race. I was the only one. There was no doubt, though, that I wasn't the same as everyone else. My appearance, with my violet eyes and platinum white hair, was only part of it. I heard the world… sing. Beautiful chords constantly echoed throughout my mind. There were bad ones, too. The death chords.

            They were growing.

            My 715 death toll had helped to slow the growth of the death chords, but they didn't stop. And now they had jumped from just the song to me. Now the stone façade wasn't just a façade. I was really becoming that. I could feel it. I was dying, as slowly and surely as the world I was so intimately connected with.

            It finally happened. My eyes grew moist and one tear trailed from the corner of my eye down to my temple from the position I was in. I closed them, releasing one from my other eye that trickled over the bridge of my nose. My breathing became uneven.

            If I was going to die, and lose whatever humanity I had had to start with, I would allow myself this. Crying really is a luxury, if only one knew what it was like to have to schedule the time to cry every night, and hide when you did. More tears came, slowly, then faster. Soon I began to sob with the pressure, my face twisted with an inner pain. Dimly some part of me noticed that the laughter at the fire had lessened. Someone had probably gone to sleep.

            The only thing that I did lack during these spells was company. It really did help when someone could sit by my side and stroke my hair, or say soothing words, or just hug me. I would die as a warrior, but I still wanted one more hug before that happened.

            I heard the grass crunch behind me, but I didn't care. I ignored it.

            "Harmony?"

            Her voice drifted to my ears despite my efforts to stop it. This stranger from another world was important. She was the only one the stood any chance against the death chords.

            But why her? I had grown up with Chien, he was family. This girl, although as much a friend to me as anyone, wasn't. Maybe someday, with the way her and Chien looked at each other, but I'd be gone by then.

            "Harmony, are you all right?"

            Of course, sometimes it was better to have a complete stranger comfort you than a family member.

            "Harmony?" Sara's voice became very concerned and she knelt in front of me. She performed one the only spells she knew so far, and light spilled over us. She gasped. "Harmony! What's happened?"

            I tapped into my world's power. There was no other way to describe it. A channel opened between Sara and me, and I poured my feelings through it. The words "I don't want to be alone," went last.

            "Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded as she leaned down. I heard tears in her own voice. "I'm here, Harmony. Here forever."

            She leaned down further and gathered me in a hug.

            I was never alone again. At night or day.

Ending notes: Never be afraid to tell someone you love them, however they might take it. I love every single one of my friends. But because of society, I can't say that. Maybe someday. Until then, to all of my friends who may read this, I love you! I'll be there if you need me.