A small feminine figure runs across a dune, her silhouette painted against the horizon. Her eyes, yellow with black slits for pupils. She is panting heavily and comes to a sudden stop as she reaches her destination. [i]Found them at long last.[/i] Her mouth twists into a devious smile and she stretches her hands over the sand. A massive gust of wind blows the sand back, revealing a chunk of black, glowing crystal. [i]Only 15, but more than enough.[/i] She picks the chunk up and the atmosphere in the area instantly becomes more heavy. The wind picks up once again and soon a sandstorm is created. The figure that appears to be Tara but clearly is not floats through the storm, and heads for Erot. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]