"I am the Shadow. Other names I go by are Fallen Angel and the Darkwing."

"That still doesn't explain who you are."

Those silver eyes fixed on mine.

"I was given to foster parents as a baby in 1010BC. I was raised as a Hebrew girl at the time when we were a great kingdom. I didn't age. I learnt to fight. I came here to protect my people."

"You can't be that old…"

"I am one of the…Have you heard of mutants?"

"Those people with special abilities? Yes. Namor is one. But mutants are new. It's to do with nuclear…"

"No. Mutants are as old as humanity. But there have been more born recently. I am by no means the eldest."

"There were two clans. The…I will call them by the things they inspired…angels and demons fought for centuries. I was born to the child of the demons' leader and the angel Prince. My parents were killed. I watched as my father's people were killed by my mother's. I banished my clan to…I suppose you could call it Hell. Since then I learnt how to fight. I had to. I couldn't make my life work any other way."

"You're half angel?"

"No. Nor am I half demon. Both my people were mutants. One healed fast and had wings. The other looked demonic. I gained a bit of both as you probably guessed."

I couldn't help but believe her. She spoke with honesty. She offered me coffee from the last of her stores. I could tell she would suffer for giving us all the food but I still accepted. Finally she left to sleep in the small stable attached to the house, leaving me to feel guilty about throwing her out of her room. Not that the room was very comfortable. Just a bed and washstand.