This is the first in a series of drabbles based on the 100women prompts from Livejournal . com . I will be basing all 100 drabbles on women from the Soul Calibur series. Let's see how long I can keep this up! :)

I do not, nor do I claim to, own the rights to Namco's Soul Calibur. I wrote this with Cassandra in mind, but it could really work for any girl that wears a bow. This one is 200 words.

Vain girl that I am, I gave my bow one last tug in the mirror. Then I walked outside, shield and sword in hand, and prepared to meet my challenger.

Every day brings a new warrior after the same thing. Battles are based on rumors or arrangements by others. I had begun to lose track of them all -- challengers became faceless monstrocities that I defeated or lost to. But that day when I got my first glimpse of the competitor, I really looked at her. I took in her face, her hair, her weapon, and clothes. I realized she was a woman, like I was. By the naive air about her, I judged that this was her beginning.

We all have then, and this woman is no different. As thought of my beginning, I began to speculate about her. Perhaps she is rich? Suppose she is poor? Does she have family, or is she alone? And what was in her soul, the darkness or the light?

I like to think that day was a turning point for me. I realized that there are women I will encounter that are just like me. That all women, even faceless monstrocities, have beginnings.