Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 7, 2014 15:34:41 GMT -5
For generations parents have often told bedtime stories to their children. Some of them were happy stories, others were darker to encourage good behavior. These stories often centered around some imaginary (or not so much) creatures that went bump in the night. Little did parents know that even their wildest dreams could not produce some of the more sinister creatures that lurk in the night... not like the ones in this story.
Long before the formation of the Daemon's of Rome, a daemon existed by the name of Jinx Trayvold. To the eye, this being may not have appeared formidable, but perhaps that was the goal. The woman stood at five a little over five and a half feet tall which was short for a Daemon. That modest height was offset by less than modest curves. To the unwitting, she would have been a courtesan to die for, and often many did. To the more intelligent, she was someone to be wary of. Many rumors surrounded this woman, even if full even knew her full name. Rumors of death and corruption, power and destruction. But none of it could actually be directly tied to her. Whatever power she held, the acts attributed to her were not carried out by her hand directly.
Jinx often relied on others to do her work for her. She pit friends against each other, and could convince even the most stubborn foe to do her bidding for her. On the offhand she couldn't convince someone to do what she desired, Jinx had them eliminated, so as to not disrupt her plans. Still, this wasn't enough for her. This was a means to a limited end, and she needed more. So Jinx used what she was good at... magic and coercion to create a tool. This tool was intended to be the perfect assassin. Someone who had looks as well as physical prowess the ability to slip in and out without anyone ever discovering them, and be able to do what she asked without hesitation. Her first attempts were all failures in her eyes. They were imperfect in one way or another. Though, while she wasn't satisfied with them... They would all be formidable killers who would eventually go on to form a legendary band that put fear into any who heard the name: The Faded Eight.
Jinx used this group to eliminate problematic individuals and threats, and to further bolster her prestige amongst the 'civilized' world.....
The year was 2014. Ancient Rome had long since tumbled, the world had expanded and branched out, but one thing in it prevailed. Jinx Trayvold stood at the edge of a Cliff looking down over an Italian city. By now most of history had forgotten her... but they had not. Even though she had branded them failures, Jinx had continued to make use of the Faded Eight throughout the course of history. All but the last of them. That one had received a special fate, and was no longer one of the group.. as far as she was concerned. The rest continued to display at least a modest level of loyalty to their creator... but this new discovery....
Two of her own creations had done something so completely unforgivable. The tools she had created to sew death and destruction without remorse without sympathy or any form of apathy... had fallen in some bastardized form of love... and had a child.
Jinx hissed as she thought about the outrageous thought. How could they betray her like this? This was a failure of a monumental level. This was blasphemous. The being curled her lip as she looked down over the city where the two assassins resided. Long ago they had all spread out, but these two remained right under her nose in Italy. She wasn't sure if it was a sign of affectionate loyalty, another sign of failure, or an attempt to hide... which was an admirable idea.. but foolish.
The cool night air blew across her frame as she stared intently upon that city wondering if she should kill them, or interrogate them for the Child's location....
Post by Niamh-Flinn Trayvold on Aug 7, 2014 15:57:31 GMT -5
A child of darkness.
Born into darkness, bred in darkness and so consumed by darkness that she seemed to rule over it. That was what Niamh had become. She had never been born to be normal, never expected to be anything but something great. Hectic, wild and obscure, sure, those things were expected of her but normality was far from her reach.
She was the product of sin, the product of her parents work. She was brought up on a razor edge and on fight not flight.
She was given to Gods, at such a young age, a readymade disciple with skills and artistry. She was cared for and tutored by the Goddess of Balance and Niamh looked up to the older woman in something of a sisterly fashion. Despite being an abomination, she could make bonds with people. Not that either of her parents spoke of love, nor did the child they had created, but she was able to empathise, to feel.
As any child she had hopes and dreams and sadness and despair.
But unlike any other child, Niamh always ended up leaving others behind.
It didn’t matter how strong her attachment to someone or something became, she quickly found herself breaking the bonds that tied her down. Maybe that was part of the curse her parents forced upon her.
Tonight she sat in the darkness of a backyard.
The yard led onto a vineyard, rolling across dusty and thick farmland.
This was not Niamh’s home nor was it her backyard.
It was another broken attachment.
She sat in the yard, her feet up on the wall and watched as the darkness around her danced and twitched at her very presence. It seemed to cloak her, forming a dress around her soft and supple skin. She was just a girl.
Still a teenager.
Ever beautiful.
Small, for a daemon of course, tiny at her bare five foot and so slender and petite.
Her mind ticked over the events of the evening. And she looked up at the sky, at the moon that glowed directly above her. She listened to the sound of a dog barking in the distance, to the cackle of a fox and she smiled to herself, closing her eyes and trusting herself to the night around her.
In the house behind her was blood, wall to wall of blood.
It was unlike Niamh to be so reckless, it was unlike her to make a mess. She disliked blood. It stained everything, got into everything and made her stomach turn. It was an unusual peeve for a child trained as an assassin. But tonight, a deadly wrath inside her had gotten the better of her and she had allowed the order to become chaos.
She didn’t want to think about what lay within the house.
Her eyes opened, sparkling like rubies and she watched the shadow of a bird cross the path of the moon. It was cool tonight and a breeze lifted, making her smile.
Niamh rose and began to walk down amongst the grapes and fruits. The sweet smell made her smile and feel that she had just a scrape of innocence left.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 7, 2014 23:56:13 GMT -5
The ancient daemoness stared down into the village intently, staring at nothing in particular. Nothing in particular until... something caught her eye. Even from this height the sharp eyed woman caught sight of a being in the yard of one of the many buildings. Something about this being struck Jinx as interesting somehow. It wasn't the good kind of interesting either. It was the kind that made her want to rip this woman's hair out. Was this the woman she was looking for? Was she right underneath Jinx's nose? Jinx decided she would find out who this woman was.
Two wings unfurled and the creature of sin and darkness took flight into the night. On dimly lit night, the woman would have been barely noticed at best. Those who did notice her would likely mistake her for some nocturnal bird of prey. The woman swooped down over the city, circling the house and yard around the girl a couple times before she landed some distance away. Slowly the being strode up towards Niamh silently. Some distance away the older daemoness stopped to look over the younger one. There was something about her appearance, something about the way she held herself, something about the smell of the air that made her seem so familiar and yet so alien at the same time. And she radiated. Not just as a god radiates power, but also a foreboding sense about her.
"You must be a child of the darkness to wander about so late." The daemoness glanced towards the building and sensed some 'wrongness' emanating from it. "And to have done what you have done."
Post by Niamh-Flinn Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 1:48:21 GMT -5
No longer alone in the night air her crimson eyes settled on the creature that approached her. Her gaze wandered over this woman who had appeared as if from nowhere and who had moved so silently. Niamh gave the woman a haunting smile, which bowed on her plush lips and seemed to sparkle on her pale skin. She was not afraid of this woman, not for the moment at least. She was not afraid of the wings, or the way the daemoness seemed to know everything and nothing at once.
"You must be a child of the darkness to wander about so late…And to have done what you have done."
Niamh was sweet sixteen, despite her incredible attraction to the darkness she was pure and innocent. She had never been kissed, never been loved, never experienced those experiences that normal teenagers had to experience, she had never endured a cat fight, or the cliché of a modern school. She had never ate her lunch in the bathroom or failed a math test. And while she kept those oddities hidden inside her breast, this woman seemed to recognise them instantly. That thought, well it put Niamh a little on edge.
But still her smile remained.
The darkness seemed ever moving around her, dancing up from the shadows of the ground to wrap around her skin, only to sink and dissipate once more to be replaced by another strand of the shadow. Niamh, in each movement and each gaze, seemed to breathe life into the night-time.
She reached up slender fingers and ran them through jet black hair, the faintest hint of pearl horns present on the top of her head and as her hair moved to the side in loose waves, it was possible to see the beginning of the ram-like horns.
Niamh responded, though her voice seemed to sound in the air all around and melt away like the darkness from whence it came. It was a lyrical voice, like the rush of the ocean under the blue of a full moon. Relaxing, calm, hypnotic almost, her voice was pure as crystal;
“Perhaps I am. I feel at home in the night.”
She did not speak of the ‘deed’, did not mention the ‘dead’. It was not boastful, it was not proud and nor was the act itself disgusting or vulgar to her. It just was, it existed for its purpose, same as anything.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 3:12:07 GMT -5
The younger woman showed no fear of Jinx. This brought about the devious smile that Jinx possessed, leaving the two smiling at each other as they spoke to one another. Jinx's question hung on the air for some small period of time. Her voice had been almost muted by what most may have considered 'crushing' darkness. The response however seemed to come from all over. This woman carried with her power, but it wasn't overt. It wasn't a display of power, it was a simple answer. Jinx's expression changed from amusement back to curiosity. This woman was an enigma of proportions the creature Jinx did not often encounter. Jinx quickly dismissed this however, turning and striding away a few steps slowly as the question was presented to her.
"Me?" Jinx turned back to look at the woman. "I am a creature of many things. I have called the night my ally for many years, certainly.. but I have called many other things my ally as well."
Jinx walked over towards the building and ran her hand over the wall as if feeling an aura the building gave off. "You're not a regular here. But you're also enlightened and you carry yourself lightly. There is no weight upon you, but you exude it."
Jinx wandered back over to the unfamiliar woman and again ran her eyes over the other figure. She seemed to be trying to place the woman, but she drew a blank. "No. I don't know you... What brings you here?"
Post by Niamh-Flinn Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 3:25:49 GMT -5
"I am a creature of many things. I have called the night my ally for many years, certainly.. but I have called many other things my ally as well."
“As do we all.” The girl said, watching the woman as she moved away. Her eyes were curious. This daemoness had come here to her, had chosen to land in this garden that spilled out onto this vineyard, this place where Niamh had happened to be this evening. The Goddess didn’t believe in coincidence, she didn’t necessarily believe in fate either so she treated this even as she tried to treat all things that came her way- she treated it with respect and reason.
"You're not a regular here. But you're also enlightened and you carry yourself lightly. There is no weight upon you, but you exude it."
“Italy has long been my home.” Niamh said, perhaps just as cryptically.
Then the woman returned to where Niamh had been stood. Despite the fact that she was still she appeared ever moving, the night seemed to wrap itself in its arms like a lover.
“... What brings you here?"
“Here?” Niamh looked at the building, thought of the bloodbath inside it and then out into the darkness of the farmyard beyond. She gave that smile again, a curve in her lips that made her seem so young and so old all at once and in a moment. “Here is just another stop off before I journey on.” She said, mildly, “A resting point, or place, before my dance continues.”
“I would ask you the same question, but I would not expect an answer.” She added, gently, lightly stepping towards the woman. “I feel as if I should know you.” From her hair, from the inky tattoos that laced her skin the darkness stretched and tickled, reaching out its curled fingers towards the woman. The tendrils floated on the wind, slow moving, snake like. They didn’t touch her, just danced in a teasing threat towards her. Curious.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 3:47:21 GMT -5
The ancient daemoness tilted her head at the reply. Those powerful eyes fell half-lidded in a half amused, yet also somehow half dismissive gaze. This woman was either ignorant or simply didn't care and Jinx wasn't sure which. Most took an encounter with Jinx seriously, but this woman, whoever she was was both cryptic and seemingly dismissive in one fell swoop.
The woman continued to walk about as she spoke, and yet again the response she got was underwhelming. "Long? Truly? How long is long? You are new here, or if you have truly been here for so long, you are truly ignorant of the way things work around here. Given you're still amongst the living you must be extremely lucky, extremely powerful, or a liar. But irrelevant."
Jinx waived her hand once more dismissively. She didn't care whichever was the answer as it wasn't important at the given moment. She instead proceeded onto her final question, and once more was provided with an answer that was far from satisfactory. The woman spun about and leveled her gaze on the woman as the words came out. "I thought you said this has long since been your home. This here yard having been what I meant the entire time." Jinx waved her hand again, this time gesturing around. "If this is just a resting stop, then you don't frequent it... and thus it's not really your home then is it?"
"Do always make a habit of providing cryptic responses? Do you always twist the truth? Could you simply not say that your business is your own? Truly."
A pause came before Jinx answered in kind. "I came here for spoken answers to questions yet unasked. I came here to find physical answers to horrendous claims that I have heard. I came here looking for someone..or something that should have never come to be. I came here for actual reasons."
Jinx looked the girl over once more. "You... are just a strange girl sitting out in a strange place, at a strange time. People around here take notice of the unusual. Things that do not happen often, things that break tradition. They're noticed. They shine like the bright moon in the darkness. Some around here do not welcome such strangeness..."
Post by Niamh-Flinn Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 4:02:50 GMT -5
Niamh watched the woman and felt a little like she was being scolded. It wasn’t a feeling that she often felt. Once only Varos had scolded her and Niamh had learnt never to displease the God again. Once only her mother had scolded her. That scolding had come like a harsh slap of cold water and Niamh had vowed never to let her parents see her weak or afraid again after that experience. She blinked at the woman as she said the words;
"Do always make a habit of providing cryptic responses? Do you always twist the truth? Could you simply not say that your business is your own? Truly."
Almost obediently the girl said; “My business is my own.”
It wasn’t an obedience that came with fear, or with respect or even with loathing. It was an obedience that came from shock. She didn’t appreciate the way in which she were talked to as- well a child. It didn’t matter that she was a child, with many years of learning ahead of her, she simply didn’t like being called out on the fact she was young and with youthful gazes came naivety; even to a Goddess. It was any teenage girl’s natural response.
But Niamh it was also a reminder that sometimes you had to give a little to get a lot. What would this woman give her if she was less guarded?
“As your questions plainly, old woman and maybe you’ll get better answers,” she added, girlishly.
You... are just a strange girl sitting out in a strange place, at a strange time. People around here take notice of the unusual….Some around here do not welcome such strangeness..."
“And you have taken notice of me.” She added, once more reaching up and touching her fingers through her hair and letting the wind sweep it about in the air. “So what is it you want from me? What is it you thought you knew, or had come to expect, that disappointed you so?”
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 4:16:09 GMT -5
Jinx watched as the woman reacted predictably to what amounted to a scolding more or less. It brought the smirk back to the woman's lips. This girl, for all intents and purposes appeared to just be some naive being. Though even if that were truly the case, there was an undeniable air about the girl that told the far older daemoness that she would do well not to underestimate her. Jinx provided a placating smile as the girl obediently fell in line and gave a more appropriate answer.
Then the petulant girl shot back.
Jinx narrowed her eyes and decided to emphasize her point. A radiant aura of an ancient and sinister being edged out from her frame as her own voice became empowered and seemed to carry through the night. "Be careful mindful of who you backtalk girl." She then let the moment die, and returned to using her normal voice as if nothing had happened at all. "There are some here who would not appreciate such flippancy.
"You are correct, I am quite old... and I have far more experience and far more connections in this world... and I am not one you want to so whimsically cross. I could be a very powerful ally, or a very dangerous foe. Few over the years have crossed me and lived to tell the tale of it." Jinx gave a smile that was quite clearly laced with a stabbing bite to it.
"I thought perhaps you would be more interesting to me. I am certainly curious about you.. but you seem no more than a petulant young girl who seeks to rebel in her youth. Perhaps that is what you did her child? Did you lash out against your parents finally? Were they in your way too much and need to be dispatched so that you might be free to chase your whimsical desires?"
Jinx shook her head disapprovingly. "So often do children think they know better than the parent. The young child should be able to do what it wants right? That's why I never bothered with children. Fully matured minions are far more easy to educate and lead over. They make far more obedient, educated, and useful things then children."
Post by Niamh-Flinn Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 4:26:39 GMT -5
"… Perhaps that is what you did her child? Did you lash out against your parents finally? Were they in your way too much and need to be dispatched so that you might be free to chase your whimsical desires?"
Niamh laughed.
The sound rose from her lips and danced in the air, like whispers on the wind. It seemed absurd to her, that she would dream of killing her parents who had created her in the way she was. Niamh, from a very young age, had held a dagger in her hand and knew how to use it to draw blood. When she could merely toddle she had been used as bait so that her parents could sweep a feeling blow while their prey was distracted by the child. To kill them? No, that would be vulgar. It would be against everything they had taught her to be and to learn.
“My parents sent me here.” She said, though she didn’t feel she had to prove herself to this woman. Despite the continual scolding, despite the demonstration of power that the other showed, Niamh didn’t feel that she owed the woman anything. No, as her blood-coloured eyes fell on the other being she was answering her simply because the question was at least asked in that manner. “To carelessly dispatch of this man-“
She was told to make it look like an animal had done the deed. It wouldn’t have been Niamh’s choice to create such a mess and leave the blood strewn in the chaos that it painted the walls and ceiling with. She shivered at the thought, blood and Niamh had never really liked each other.
And then the tell came; "… That's why I never bothered with children. Fully matured minions are far easier to educate and lead over. They make far more obedient, educated, and useful things then children."
She blinked and frowned a little. Her mother had told her stories of how she and her father had been made. She knew of the creature that had created Tobias and Kyra, she knew because it was part of the truth that made Niamh who she had become. The story was an important lesson that Niamh had needed to learn, to have that blindness stripped from her mind.
“There is an old story.” Niamh said, perhaps a little curiously, “Of a woman who made herself eight children…” Her speech trailing off unfinished, speaking as if her word were irrelevant and unimportant to the conversation at hand...
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 4:42:38 GMT -5
The woman smirked and chuckled softly to herself. Whether it was the question itself or the calculated poking of the woman before her, Jinx had managed to finally convince the woman to answer her in a way she had been looking for. Even if it was on pure whim, the very thing Jinx had accused the woman of appeasing, the answer was there. Jinx had to admit however.. It was an unexpected answer.
Jinx turned to look towards the building. The girl claimed to have been sent here, by her parents. Jinx walked over to the building once more to raise her hand and press it against the side of the wall. For a moment she tuned the girl out and considered what she had said. So she was employed as an assassin.. but surely that was a fluke, right?
Jinx's attention was then whipped back as the woman spoke again. This time her words rang out almost deafening to the elder daemon. Her wings blossomed fourth from her back and she whipped around, glaring intently at the woman before her. "What do you know about the Eight?"
It was impossible, but here it was all the same. A trained assassin, sent by her parents to kill this man and she spoke of a supposedly dated story of a woman who created eight children. Niamh wasn't the only one who didn't believe in coincidences. This girl.. was about the right age in appearance... she had all the looks to her, a near deathly reminder of one of her parents... if she had ever been younger. She was a trained assassin with parents who dispatched her to do their bidding. At this point, Jinx doubted the girl could be anyone BUT who she had been looking for.
Now that she found this girl, that stare hardened and she appraised the girl. Initially the woman wanted nothing more than to rip her from the world and erase her very being. Albeit that desire still flowed within her, she couldn't help but let her innate curiosity of the woman flicker within her. Although the girl was young and Naive, she was also considerably powerful from what the Daemon could tell.
Post by Niamh-Flinn Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 4:55:17 GMT -5
Niamh glanced at the woman once more as she went towards the building. She wasn’t sure if the woman believed her, it was a perverse thing to admit. Sure, daemons worked in the darkness and many were deemed to be chaotic, but to have ones parents sending you out to commit a crime? There was something sordid about that actuality.
Lost for a moment in thoughts Niamh just watched the dark clouds as they cloaked the sky. The cool night air comforting her, this pocket sized daemons. She remembered her meeting with her aunt- having brought up the faded eight had made her reminisce about that meeting. It had been full of disbelief too, but new and such wonderful experiences. She smiled to herself, and instead of being fuelled with something wicked the smile seemed to brighten her beautiful appearance.
She was pretty, alluring, there was no denying that.
"What do you know about the Eight?"
Niamh’s attention swung to the other and she stepped back. The shadows came to her defence as the woman rose in her powers. They wrapped around her body like leather armour, black on black, from throat to toes she was covered in the black swash, her own wings apparent now. Black also, leathery and bat-like, they seemed to quiver in the air.
This was too much of a harsh reaction for the woman not to believe the stories, to not know of them in great depth and detail.
Niamh stepped back once more, carefully.
“Everything and nothing.” She said, not looking to be cryptic this time, but in actual fact she was honest. She knew what she had been told, by her parents, the little that Rennia had told her in their brief meeting. She knew stories and tales and fables. That was all she knew and she stepped back a third time, her eyes glowing and dancing like coals on a hot fire. “What does that matter to you, old woman?” Niamh asked, boldly.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 5:09:26 GMT -5
Jinx watched in amazement as the shadows sprang to life as an almost physical manifestation. They gripped at the woman and surrounded her, protecting her as Jinx had swung about and verbally lashed out. This woman brought new meaning to darkness being their ally. All the more reason for Jinx's renewed curiosity in this creature, no matter how much of a perversion of her dream this woman represented.
'Everything and nothing.'
A truer answer could never be given, Jinx thought. The woman was still being cryptic, but she was not wrong in it. Jinx couldn't help but chuckle. While Niamh's voice fluttered in the darkness, Jinx's voice echoed with a different sort of darkness. It was that sort of chuckle that could enrapture a man in it and strangle him helplessly before her, but the ever wary would just ever so faintly pick up on the true danger lurking within it. It was muted, it was whitewashed, but it was there, and it was because it was muted that it represented all the more danger.
"What does it matter? You ask an ancient relic of this world what it matters to her? Child of my child... you know nothing of the world they have brought you in to. You know nothing of what was built upon by the work of them.. and the other five." Even though she had inquired of the eight, Jinx still managed to ignore the continued existence of the last, and greatest of her failures.
"They helped build this world. Everything as you see today was in part guided by their actions throughout time. They have carved this world out for better or for worse. One cares about the fate of the world they live in. After all.. no world, no existence. If there is a threat to the existence of this world. To their continued existence, their continued work, devotion.. ability to perform.. I would know of it and I would make sure that it did not lead them astray."
Post by Niamh-Flinn Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 5:24:38 GMT -5
Child of my child.
Those words seemed to echo in Niamh’s mind. The bounced around the walls of her in sanctum and made her heart race faster. Of course she knew the stories of the creator, but could this daemoness before be the very maker and destroyer of her wold? Her eyes seemed to darken, like rubies in their sockets and Niamh wet her lips meaningfully, purposefully giving herself time to think.
She needed to leave.
Power didn’t seem to matter to the girl then, it wasn’t necessarily forgotten by her in the way that it was her blood. It was always know to be there but unless you pricked your finger you didn’t always think about the way it rushed through your system and the wonderful way it retained your being. She didn’t expect this to turn into a showdown, perhaps naive of her, but she refused to give this woman her time of day.
Niamh was not her parents, she had been conceived and born and raised.
She forbid this woman a hold on her.
The girl, a little shaken at the thought and possibility for who this woman could be, turned away from her. She didn’t necessarily excuse herself, though her head give something akin to a nod, before she turned on her heel and headed down towards the vineyard once more. A few steps she took, before she stopped;
“What do you want from me?” She asked, without looking back.
Running would be foolish. If this woman was the woman from her parents nightmare stories, if she was this being from the past then running would only raise irritation. They had been taught to be bold, to stand and fight. Flight wasn’t a usual part of Niamh’s vocabulary and she was troubled by it now. If this daemoness wanted something, Niamh was sure it would be better to find out, than to be chased down like prey. She did not wish to make herself prey.
“I’m just a girl.”
It was a lie. A dirty lie.
It displeased Niamh to even us the words but they slipped from her lips as realisation grasped her and doubt bought a small kindle of fear.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 5:56:26 GMT -5
Jinx began to chuckle as she noticed the reaction to her words. This time that warm chuckle morphed into something that somehow might sound warm, but carried with it enough power to chill any mortal soul to the core. This chuckle filled the nighttime air and threatened to echo throughout the entire city proper. The little girl before her didn't seem to know what to say, but Jinx could almost feel her desire to put distance between Jinx and her.. but it was a futile gesture as the girl ultimately knew.
Jinx's gaze now became predatory, the look of a wolf that had found it's prey and had it cornered. "In all my years..."
Jinx allowed the woman to put distance between the two of them and even turned away from the girl, almost inviting her to try and run. After all, what fun would it be if she couldn't chase the girl down? When Niamh stopped, she asked a simple question. It was a question to which Jinx could answer readily. "Answers, child of my child. Explanations.. A reason to let you continue to exist on this planet."
Niamh then said something that brought out even more laughter from the ancient daemoness, but as it died down, the same voice came from in front of Niamh now, who would see Jinx now standing before her. "You are but a girl yes... but that is not all you are. You are many more things than JUST a girl. You are the child of my child, even though you should not exist. You are a means to answers even though you are naive. You are a trained assassin, yet you are young. You... are a Trayvold, even though you do not serve the family."
