Ghost of the Past

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She stood there in front of the statue as I had commanded her to. Today she turned 18. Her expressionless face gave nothing away yet her eyes contain a haunted look. Those eyes, her most outstanding feature blazed like precious rubies, a legacy from her many great grandmother. Long silky black hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail. She wasn't overly tall yet she wasn't average in height. A slim build with muscles a soldier would envy.

She was the last of our line. The one all our hopes rested on. A heavy burden for one so young to carry.

Surrounding her were the deceased women of her family. Even her legendary many great grandmother. Like all of us, she stood there to receive her heritage from Her, the great one.

My daughter – Kahlia.

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For those of you who don't know my name was Sword-Sworn Kalanay. This story used to be called The Sad Prophecy. I have totally changed it and would welcome reviews, flames or otherwise to help me.

Hope you guys like it. Please review.

BTW – I don't own zoids. Kahlia is mine though!