So you guys had pretty much one main guess at who the mystery girl is, and you would be…. WRONG! Mwahaha, I love tricking people XD
Don't flame for the ship, there will be eventual Imy with this, but for now there isn't XD I'm going to, again, not say who her parents are, but I will tell you that you guys were right that she's Amy's daughter, and I thought her name would be what Amy would name her daughter…. Now I'm ready to be flooded with father guesses ;D
So, enjoy! :D
Posture, careful- oh for god's sake Grace, don't freaking trip!
I'm walking down the staircase in the new stronghold- a simple task, I've done it before; just never in 4 inch heels, or in a floor-length gown with a train. Try as I might to part with the uncordination my mother gave me; it still manages to find me from time to time, waiting to spring at the worst possible times- like now, for instance.
Most people could simply chalk it up to nerves- I was, after all, about to address a room of 250 extremely deadly people- but I don't get nervous. I've gone head-to-head with the greatest Ekaterina minds out there, out-danced a Janus, and out-ran a Tomas (on the same day, in fact) I'd even broken into a Lucian stronghold. Like my mother, I was unstoppable.
That's not to say I didn't have certain… pressure points, however. My mom never was the best public speaker out there, and we did share DNA. But my father's genes have never failed me before, so I'm told.
Despite my qualms, I managed to make it up to the podium, one of my gloved hands holding the microphone, and I looked out into the crowd. My mother was in the front row, just like if I had been a normal girl at a dance recital or a play- but I think we all know that I'm not a normal girl. The crowd is coolly staring back at me, always judging, just like any other day of my life- they've always been hard on me, even my own branch members, just because my mother married outside her branch. I'd been through it all- both branches I technically belong to trying to kill me pretty much every day, and I'm suddenly grateful I'm using the hand that bears my poison ring, a gift from an old friend of my mother's, to hold the mic- that way they can see it; you never can be too careful.
Normally, a sharp look from me can silence even the deadliest of my branch, despite my age- but this was different. I could tell, because someone just blew up the one of the walls.
Re-read that sentence, and you will know why I'm not a normal girl.
People were running around, fighting hand-to-hand, (the fight for the clues had gotten much more violent that when my mother was a child) most of them using parkour or other highly specialized forms of martial arts- this is what they're trained for.
This wasn't exactly the way I had planned this evening to go, but hey, anything to get out of my speech. I hurriedly ripped the bottom of my dress so it now hit me at the knee, cringing slightly as the expensive silk was destroyed forever, and tried to find my mom- you know what they say after all- the family that kicks-ass together, stays together. Or something very close to that.
Normally, my mother would be in the center of the fight, loving every second. But she was immobilized- she looked years younger, like a child that got separated from their parents at the mall. Her eyes were locked on a target behind me, and I quickly spun around to come face to face with the apparent cause of all this.
He couldn't possibly be any older than me, but when you have this much power, age truly is just a number. He was calm and cool, smirking at me- a Lucian, I'd put money on it.
I'm not going to say that I didn't notice how good-looking he was- because, though he was, it really isn't the point. I matched his expression, and calmly walked over to him.
"You're sort of ruining our little get-together", I said with a smirk.
"Really?" He clucked his tongue, "I had only meant to deliver a message", he said in a velvety tone, mock innocence clouding his face before that smirk that was quickly becoming his trademark returned- this guy was good.
"And what might that be?" I said with a tight smile.
"The Lucians will find a way- you should probably stop now; I wouldn't want to see a pretty little thing like you get hurt"
Ya, he actually said that.
"Leave, Benjamin- tell your father we get the message, and that we're all waiting for him."
The boy (Benjamin?) looked somewhat unnerved that my mom knew his name, but he quickly recovered, and smiled- he looked like an angel, but I already knew better.
"Will do" and with that he snapped his fingers, and he and his backup left without another word.
I looked over at my mom, curious.
"How did you know his name?"
She looked surprised to see me there, as if she had forgotten that I existed.
"That was his favorite" she said in a quiet voice, like nothing I've ever heard her say before- the little girl was back again, and I wanted her to go away.
But more importantly, I really wanted to hurt this Benjamin guy. Like, a lot.