*** Kerrigan’s POV***“Eibhlin!  You came!”Kerrigan watched the little girl run up to her and take her hand. She smiled dumbly and squeezed, “Wh- What? Eibhlin? Who is Eibhlin?”“You are silly. Come and see.”Kerrigan let Reilynn wheel her after the little girl who let them to a wall with several pictures drawn in chalk.“What is your name?” Kerrigan asked.“I am Hannah, this is Maggie.” Little Hannah said, pointing to Maggie, who had followed them.“Hello, Hannah. What do we have here?” she asked gesturing at the chalk drawings.“This is Miss Cara. That one is Mr. Johnathan. We added Mr. Peter in next to miss Cara. He is nice.” Explained Maggie.Hannah pointed toward two other figures standing next to each other, “That one is you, Eibhlin, and that one is Mr. Conor.”“Me? You keep calling me, Eibhlin.

*** Kerrigan POV***123Kerrigan lay in bed staring at the tiny bracelet. The green and black bands blended with highlights of gold thread. She remembered when Hannah had tied it around her wrist, “Now, Eibhlin, we are friends.”Hannah had handed her a set of other strings to take back with her if she wanted to make another. She looked at the colors Hannah had chosen. Blue, green, gold and black. She looked at the blue and thought of Conor’s eyes. She sighed. Since when was she a moon eyed girl thinking about a guy? She had a company to run after all. A life of her own that didn’t have time nor place for such nonsense.However, that name struck at her heart, a long forgotten memory.A knock came at the door and Evelynn came in. “Mr. Brantley would like to see you.”“I am decent, he can come in here. It will take me too long to get out there.”A minute later Conor came into the room. “May I

*** Breanne POV Targu Province, Temple of Abraxas*** Breanne slipped through the halls of the temple of Abraxas on silent feet. She had trained here every day of her life since she was five and knew every hall and every room better than the back of her hand. The kids who grew up here had always mastered these halls better than any one else thanks to their endless games of hid and seek, chase, and cat and mouse. Today, she was tracking Kelan Benedict.The traitorous bastard had been spotted on the trolly lift by one of her loyal guards who had alerted her. She had left Dragon Corporation and was now closing in on where that bastard had gone. Her sources had guided her to the wing where the Prima held his office. Fresh Dragoon guards patrolled the corridors now that she had never seen before. These men must be some of the Prima’s personal pets then.She twisted out of sight and down another hall and opened a small door. Brooms and buckets greet

Kerrigan donned a black face mask. She had gotten used to wearing one in Targu Province just to help with the cold air. Now it helped mask her identity to some degree. She also put on her knee high boots and a light gray sweater. She liked this outfit that Evelynn had gotten her, but she was thrilled to finally get a chance to have some clothes tailored to her again. Most of what Evelynn picked out tended to hide her figure, not complement it. She wondered if it was intentional on Evelynn’s part. She made her way out into the hallway, still marveling that she was able to do this under her own power again. Her hand went to Abraxas’s pendent.             ‘I will find a way to restore your power.’             Only a gentle brush of consciousness reassured her he still resided within the stone.         &nbs

As they headed back to Vokrizen, Kerrigan let out a small squeal of delight. “OOOO please stop the car and pull into that little shopping center!!” “What is it?” Conor asked, perplexed. “You will see. Come.” Parker turned in and found a spot, jumping out to open the door for Conor and Kerrigan. Conor watched as Kerrigan giddily made her way over to a small shop he had never noticed before. “I know its random, but… well indulge me, please,” She said. Conor smiled at her genuine joy as she opened the door and slipped inside. Conor looked at Reilynn who just shrugged saying, “I tend to not argue with her. Parker and I can handle guarding the door. Go on.” Conor opened the door and stepped into another world. The air hung heavy with the smell of wood shavings, varnish and dust. The hammered-tin ceiling shone high overhead, while open sided wood cases lined the walls, filled with violins, violas, guitars and mandolins of every color and des