I am growing more curious of the lands around me wishing to know everything that it is my father knows. I learned how to heal from my mother and she taught me of poisons too. I am not sure that my father knows she is aware of these tricks. Some plants that could heal could kill if you gave someone too much, that some plants when eaten or if you get it in the eyes can kill or blind you. I ate up this information, I did not wish to be a healer of my half sister’s pack I wanted to be an assassin to follow in my father’s line and make him proud. I will keep to my word as a child that I would be greater than him and it started with my skills. I would know how to heal, poison, and soon my father would teach me to fight and kill.

I want to make him proud. I know Isola is his golden child, know that he cares for me, but I also know there is something wrong with me still. I feel Saintly move with me, our connection deep, I know though I shouldn’t feel him as I do. He can be annoying telling me what to do sometimes but I know he is just trying to protect me. I don’t think anyone knows he’s with me, that he’s not really dead just without his body. His spirit is with me and I will keep him safe. Even if it’s wrong.

I move across the Susil Crags, the rocks falling easily under my graceful paws. My small agile form moves quickly, rock to rock bouncing and bounding as needed. I was not super gangly as most were at my age, but it was likely because I was so small. I would like to think though that I am tough for my size, and I have Saintly so that gives me an advantage too if someone were to bother me.

I got to the top of the hill I was climbing standing at the top and looking over the lands. In the far distance I think I can make out Iromar the place where my family claims the Demons live. Lately they have been causing all sorts of trouble, but I don’t know why or what I can do to stop it just yet. I wish to allow my Father peace for he is getting to old to deal with things as he once did. I don’t know why so many hate my daddy but I shall not let anyone take him from me as fate had done with Saintly.

My almost pure black form stands poised and ready, black auds alert for anyone who may come my way. I am an assassin in training now after all and it wouldn’t show my father much respect to be caught unawares.