The cold rain fell out of the grey - clouded - sky of London. The girl didn't have a jacket or good fitting clothes. She only had shocking memories and scars with her. She still didn't know how she got here. How she made it to her mother's favorite city. She remembered her mother talking about it. How much she loved. Her dear friend that lived there. Ruth was determined to find him. She heard so much about him. He was the only 'relative' she had. Her mother told her that her friend was gifted just like her and that they had a lot in common, but also didn't have anything in common. She arrived at the expensive looking house. She knocked on the door and waited it to be opened. When a minute passed by she realized the man was probably sleeping and turned around. When she began walking down the few steps down she heard the door being opened. She turned around, expecting to see an old man. She was wrong. A tall - rather handsome man opened the door. He looked annoyed.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here," his dark voice boomed at the younger girl.
"Are you magnus Bane?" the girl looked up at the warlock. She didn't wait for an answer and started talking again. "My mother she is gone. She always spoke of a Warlock with the name Magnus bane,"
"That's me, but a more important question. Who are you?" He looked the girl with soft eyes. He remembered those eyes. The white eyes of her mother.
"Ruth Kendlisa,"