Pixie, sitting on the back of the cart, watched all the people. It was Market Day and everyone was out. Thor ran up, jumping on the back to sit beside her.

"Look at all these peasants! Just wait, one day we'll be performing for the royals, King Jonathan with his beautiful wife, Queen Thayet!"

She rolled her eyes, showing Thor that she had heard enough about the royal family. All he did was talk about the Queen and what a beauty she was. Pixie studied everyone. Children ran under their parents, laughing as they played tag with each other. Feeling envious, Pixie turned her attention elsewhere.

"What makes you think that Thayet would even look at you," Blair asked his younger brother.

They began to wrestle, making Pixie fall out. She wore a head wrap which covered her face, her hair, and her torso. Many people found her looks "evil". Blair joined her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She squirmed, making his arm fall. Pixie didn't care about what people thought, but she didn't like being touched. Blair was use to it so he wasn't too hurt by it.

(Palace)

Thayet studied her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't decide wether or not to wear the barette in her hair. Jonathan snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You look beautiful."

A grumpy, short, tempered lady joined the room. She wore a scowl which seemed to be permanently glued to her face.

"Alanna, must you look so miserable," whined Thayet.

She didn't enjoy seeing her expressions, always depressed and sad. It had been years since the death of their baby boy, but usually Alanna's mind would wander into the realm of the dead, looking for her son's soul. Jonathan had given his champion plenty of missions, but she always came back, sooner than expected. Her enjoyment of being free had vanished. Now she acted more like a zombie.

"Hey guys, did you hear about the performers? A cart has been spotted. It's parked in front of the Dancing Dove. I can't see any of them, but people are already crowding around. Why don't we go see them?"

George's eyes pleaded for them to go. It had been a while since he'd been out of the house, enjoying himself.

"Eleni and Myles will be there," he added, knowing that Alanna couldn't turn it down if her father was involved.

(Lower City)

"Allrigt guys, lets pray. Dear gods and goddesses, please watch over us, letting us perform our best. Hopefully, we will get a free meal too."

Pixie, not believeing in the goddesses or the gods, kept her eyes open, watching how Dags, the leader, got into it. His eyes were closed, making him look relaxed. Blair winked at her, making her uncomftorable. He liked her and made that clear, but Pixie didn't return the feelings. He was her brother, nothing else. Thor kept his eyes on her too. He looked up to her as a fellow role model.

Once their circle was done, Pixie peeked outside. The streets were crowded with people. She moved away, not looking forward to what was to come. People rudely starred at her whenever she wasn't wearing a disguise. Dags pushed her out with Blair, pulling her cloak off.

Eleni froze where she was, not believing her eyes. Angel stood before her, or was it just a girl that looked like her? Alanna had also stiffened at the sight of the girl. She looked to be about

Eleni froze where she was, not believing her eyes. Angel stood before her, or was it just a girl that looked like her? Alanna had also stiffened at the sight of the girl. She looked to be about 8. Her hair was now a reddish blonde with purple highlights and tips. There was purple eye make-up all around her eyes, making the silver blue glow. Her outfit, a tight fitting, purple-blue, stripped leotard brought out the tint of her skin. It looked like there were diamonds embedded into her skin, making her shine. Blair did some magic tricks, making her disappear and having her reappear in the audience. After doing several tricks, Pixie did some flips.

"Who is that," Alanna asked.

Myles frowned thoughtfully, watching his daughter's eyes light up. George noticed the light.

"It's just some young girl from another part of the world."

"But we never learned about people that look like that! Where would she be from?"

"She's an image, created to awe the crowd. Once the show is over and they are on their way to wherever, she will be put away," her father said.

Alanna took a couple steps forward, wanting to have proof that the girl didn't exist. George grabbed her arm.

"Something is not right, George! I feel connected to her, as if, we've met in another time."

George didn't want to distinguish her hope, but there was no possibility of what she was suggesting. He shook his head, firmly, to show her that it wasn't true. She glarred at him, wishing that this time he could show her support! Alanna sat back down, silently planning on meeting her.

After the show had ended, the party left to return to the palace. Eleni stayed behind, wanting to meet the girl who could possibly be Alanna's daughter. She went over to the closed cart.

"Excuse me, is Angel here?"

A man who looked in charge stuck his head out. After looking the woman over, he shook his head.

"Sorry. There's no one by that name. Now we must get going so, goodbye."