As the three girls stood looking out over the water, it hit them that they may never see eachother, or anyone else for that matter, ever again. They looked to one another, as a silent tear fell down Hope's cheek....

“We have to tell her soon, she’s turning 14 in three days, we can’t wait any longer. And even if we could, I think we should tell her sooner then later, it’s for the best” After her father had declared this, their talking became low grumbles that Charity couldn’t make heads or tails out of. Charity then turned slowly and began to walk back to the kitchen when the door sung open and her parents rushed out. Charity whirled around to face them as they both looked at her, waiting for an explanation.

“W-who are y-you,” she could barely speak. The old man was dressed in a magnificent deep blue cloak with gold stitching down the sides. His hat was pointed, but dropping, on the top of his head, and his eyes were dark but still shone of purity and innocence. If you looked closely to the side of his cloak, you could see a worn down emblem of what looked like some sort of shield. They couldn’t tell.