Otter Creek The Darkness Will Rise...

Takes place at night.

Nightwing was on the move again. It was night and she wanted to get away from her current setting. She could never stay in one place for more than a few nights at a time, for, even in dreaming, she became restless. Nightwing was a soul without a home, and therefore always did everything she could to just keep moving. That and the fact that she was not going to get any rest while the Voices spoke to her, as they were now.

GO, one said to her, forcefully, and she felt herself moving faster as if against her will. Silently, she cursed the Voices that plagued her, and that made them angry. CURSE US! one screamed. CURSE. US? THE ONES WHO RAISED YOU? YOU LITTLE SPICK!

HUSH, said a new Voice, and one that Nightwing didn't hear all that often. This new voice was a deep voice, and one she imagined to be her mother. Her mother in ethereal form. HUSH, it repeated, quieter this time, though the Voice still echoed in her brain. THE LITTLE ONE DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER. LEAVE HER AND LET HER TRAVEL AT HER OWN PACE. SHE IS TRYING.

After that the Voices stopped for a time, and Nightwing could hear herself think for once. That was when she realized that she'd come across a creek, and so bent her head down to take a drink.