They say she was born from the souls of the dead…

"Who was?" Malon asked as she stroked a brush through the black stallion's mane. She turned to meet the gaze of The Traveler standing against the ranch fence. He wore a black hat on his head and a long black coat pulled up high, even with the sun's heat that day. She could barely see his face but his cloak was open enough to reveal his neck, which was adorned by a shimmering crystal pendant upon a golden chain. Such was unusual for a man for it was the women who fancied such jewelry, but she didn't question it.

"Sesuma. The demon girl." He replied briskly waving a hand in front of him with emphasis.

"Sesuma?" The young woman questioned in her sweet voice as she approached the Traveler. The black stallion behind her whinnied and ran off, apparently fearful of The Traveler and whatever mysteries he brought with him.

The Traveler nodded. "That's what she calls herself any way." He replied, then pausing he added, "no one knows what her real name is for sure though. That could simply be something she made up." He shrugged.

Malon regarded him thoughtfully for a moment as she brushed a strand of light hair from her face. "Go on." She encouraged, clearly interested.

The Traveler chuckled. "I was hoping you would say that, my dear." He paused a moment, sorting his thoughts. Then he begun his tale…