It was then by no means that as her eye gaze to see him disappear off onto the horizon that the memories came. Distant as much it was seem nothing less akin to that of old stories by someone else...myths or legends told in the good book as some would or could say. Old as they still seemed fresh in her mind as much it seemed just yesterday. Although she felt herself lost and all but defeated by the very nature to which she soon succumbs to find herself in. That however much she ran or tried in earnest to wipe away the memories or better yet the shadows dark as they were of that day. When all her world that she knew and thought to believe into such extent that she thought herself ready...stealth assassin... feared as much she'd ben valued for her ability to nurture and heal more than her skills in combat. But then when the fight came that it all came to not as it had been that how the mighty had fallen.

Thrust deep into the dark abysmal depth of exile...thru the realms of mortal existence that of which was in hindsight or irony of her own choosing. Free will as it may be said of it or thought she came to tell herself soon after. That she came to realize ...a whole lot more than she initially bargains for and felt ill-prepared face. That she if nothing else began not only to loathe but all together tried in earnest to not only forget but erase all vestiges or notion of who she once was. Which for what its worth back then only lead to draw her darker or deeper into the darkness she once swore off. But then again in the end, as the day wore on and the vile sick depravity of her so-called "bargain" came to pass. And she reaches such depth of despair that although as far gone she felt herself be from the light that. Fate it seems dealt her still another bad hand as one would surmise. For thought, she could not begin to think or even believe herself to be counted as one them. Their rule none the less still stood and without the choice as she thought there be had. The escape from this place could not be had by no other means than nature take its course...that there was no quick escape for her as it had been for those she called brethren once.

And it was at that time...in that realization that what bit of hope she had left in the other that yet to come. To either end, it all with the claim of the sought-after prize of wrestling this forsaken place from the vile clutches of the others. Began to every so quickly fade to such extent she'd all but forgotten that who she was and steadily began to sink deeper into the realm that she was in. Succumb not only to all its darkness but to the very depravity that seems ever so rampant spreading everywhere. Indulging in all manner of depraved and vice that could be had... as she slowly embraces that which was Jade. The whore junkie who'd not think twice about 'turning tricks' if only to chase the next high or in her case the slow death or release from the reality that was not only Jade but her existence in this place. To which it seems was all that came to fill her days and night walking the streets and shadows of purgatory deep underbelly.

That is until that fateful day when he came...yes as angry no...furious as she was at him when he pulled her out the darkness seem to lull herself into. And yet again open her eyes to that glimmer of hope which for all account she'd believe or swore had all but closed shut for her for all eternity. That she slowly yet tentatively began to believe...so much hope had he gave her life back then that when the talk or rumors of his death and the old vile overseer that had been her tormentor. That usher her to this existence as Jade came to her that she fell into a fit of rage as such skill once sworn off by her from the life she once inhibited slowly began to emerge. As she fought against hope that it was all just a nightmare...a lie devised by the evil one who'd curse and cast her to this existence as Jade. Thought in the end it seems was for not as in the end when she was able, to sum up, the will to eventually listen as well see things as they were. Rather than what she blindly believe them to be that as the saying goes...that the truth set her free. As she finally accepted the fact he was all but far from her...having fulfilled his and of those, before them, oath...done that which she and the other could not...not even by that which had been the best of them, Michael. As with the faint rays of sunshine loom over her could attest.

And for that though, it took quite some time to come pass that she forgave him as she'd bemuse to think he'd wanted to. Reminded fondly of that rainy night when they both seem to cast aside all manner of talk and rank. To be there now for the other...unaware it was as it seems the first as much it was the last either one had to be with the other.

That from then on realizing that which was the lesson or better yet the legacy he'd left her. Amitiel or Jade did not matter anymore as much the fact she was given such a precious gift so few could ever begin to realize in life nor death. And that in his memory she made well keep his sacrifice matter as it should...thought in the stillness of the quiet night she could help but still the faint pain of his loss. That she could not help cling to the memory of that fateful night as much it pains her so. And that from then on she did her best thought it might not be been always perfect to live a life of worth...as she carried on with her life as best she could without him. Find the love of another along the way and eventually having him...as she seems completed the journey as much as her understanding of what it was be ...human