Hueco Mundo, what is this?
She was standing outside the house, waiting for the pale skinned Arrancar to arrive. Her right hand was clasped around the bracelet on her left wrist, while she absentedly stared into the sky. It was 5 o' clock in the morning, and the sun hadn't even began to dawn, yet a flimsy yellow shine was looming over the horizon. It has been twelve hours now since the Arrancar had first arrived and told her that Aizen, the leader in the betrayal of Soul Society, had interest in her abilities. She still didn't understand why he would be interested in her power, because the only thing she could really do was to heal wounds. Neither could she fight properly nor could she defend anyone as good as she wished she could.
The streets, like the day before, were quiet and cold. Her hair streamed slightly in the faint autumn wind, and she shivered. If it was because of the cold or because of the fear about what was going to happen, she couldn't tell. Probably both.
Then the sky s