As she scoured the deepest recesses of her mind, Rinka and her spear streaked through the air. Memories of her ailing mother welled to the surface. [That's just the way he is,] she had told Rinka, attempting to explain her father's absence. Rinka thrust her spear again, as if skewering the black pit of solitude that swelled within her. What had her father, a peerless warrior, been searching for? And that's when she realized the truth: She had been chasing her father's shadow all along. She was, in the end, just a lonely little girl.