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Chapter Five

The Moroi, "Daniel" as his Guardian had called him, had taken me to a small coffee shop in Missoula. It was during the early morning now, and there was mostly nobody there, except for two or three people on their way to early jobs. I had turned down the coffee but had accepted hot chocolate and a doughnut, realizing that if I got nothing it would look odd. We grabbed our things as the Guardian led us to a corner booth near the back.

"So, now that we are here, I assume you are wondering who I am, no doubt. Feel free to ask anything you like." He was polite, and I was pleased that he wasn't pressuring me with questions instead.

I smiled and took a drink of my hot chocolate, "Well, I suppose a name would be nice. Your Guardian called you Daniel earlier. That right?"

He smiled back, "Well, no. It's sort of a nickname Grissom uses for me. Particularly since he isn't a fan of my real name. And I prefer to hide my family connections, especially since my parents sort of disowned me a few years ago. Fucking brother and his wife."

I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about, and I decided to steer the conversation elsewhere and ask about his name again later. "So, what are you doing around here? I would have thought anybody Royal that is finished of school would have been deciding on future education."

He chuckled, "Well, I am not exactly finished of school. I had completed several of my courses in my senior year, but after my brother pulled his stunt, I couldn't focus on working and the teachers sort of refused to pass me, no matter what I did. However, I did very well in one class, and my teacher couldn't deny me a passing grade."

I looked him in the eyes, "Oh really, what class was that?"

He smiled and laughed, "History. Not Moroi history, Human history."

I leaned back in my seat, "Well, that's not something I expected. But why take Human history? What good would it do?"

He sighed, "I don't really know. I have always been drawn to historical text. I feel sometimes like we are repeating many of the mistakes Humans have been making all throughout their history. But, enough of that. Is there anything else you would like to know?"

"You didn't answer my question though. Why are you here?"

His smile dissapeared, and he sighed heavily, "Well, that's a question I have been asking myself for a while now. Perhaps it's because I always sort of wanted to teach. Perhaps it's because I wanted to meet the infamous "Lissa" Dragomir and her friend, that friend being you of course. Or, perhaps, I just don't really know what I want to do with my life. I think I just wanted to waste time before I have to go back for my exams next month to pass those courses I failed. Or maybe, just maybe, it's family."

I smiled, "Family, huh? What do you have a cousin or somebody as St. Vladimir's?"

"Nephew, actually. Never really knew him. What with me hating his parents, and feeling the same agitation that he likely has."

I leaned forward in my seat, "So, how about explaining the story behind why you don't use your name? Or is it very sensitive to you?"

He sighed, "Well, you'll know the story when you hear the name."

I smiled, "Which is?"

He frowned, remained silent for a second and then spoke rapidly.

"Damien. Damien Karl Ozera."