The sound of crickets buzzing through the night echoed through the forest clearing. Ramona sat on the cold stone floor, her armor and chainmail armor covering her muscular frame. In her arms sat a little girl, staring at a small beetle crawling on the ground.

"Ramona?" the girl whispered, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Why is there music at night?" Her dark aura seeming to scare away the bugs near them.

Ramona chuckled softly, gently stroking the child's black hair. "They're not music, little one," she answered. "Those are crickets. They sing to each other at night."