"Are you Mar'i Grayson?" a man asked. She didn't look up from the book. She didn't want to be disturbed. It was a beautiful day and all she wanted to do was soak up the sun and relax with this good book.
She thought of a clever comeback, "Depends on who's asking." She still did not look up. She wasn't even reading but she didn't want to look at the man's face.
He grunted. Now she had to look up and be polite.
The man was holding a white piece of paper in his hands. She could vaguely read the writing on its side. He had a seriously look on his face but still wasn't saying anything.
"What's this about?" she demanded. She hadn't seen her mother in two days could it be about that? Was she endanger? A million thoughts went through this poor half-breed of alien-human.
"Your mother," the man said. Mar'i sat there in shock. Something happened to her powerful mother, but how?
"What about my mother?" she asked him. "Don't worry. For your protection you can never know, but I offer you this." He handed her the paper that was in his hands. "She wanted you to have this."
She took it from him and stared at her name that was written across the envelope Mar'i Grayson. It was written in her handwriting.
She wanted to question the man that handed her the letter, but when she was done admiring the letter, he was gone. She even got up and walked down the path, but she couldn't find the man anywhere. It was as if he fell off the face of the earth.