I awoke painfully slow, my mind dull and unable to comprehend what was going on around me; the room full of faces that I didn’t recognise. I groaned when a stranger ripped open the front of my dress, smearing a strange cream over the wounds I knew to be there; the pain unbearable as it soaked into my skin. I whimpered as two bald headed women lifted me into a seated position on the overly large bed, wrapping a bandage around the place where Berus had forced the aura form my body. I whimpered, attempting to push the human’s away from me, I couldn’t do it; it hurt too much. I wanted to go home, but I knew that I couldn’t, that it was impossible to do so. I crashed my fist into the side of one of their faces, a deep searing panic overwhelming me as I screamed out, they were hurting me. But why? Why were they doing this?A familiar face blurred to my side; the link I could feel between us stronger than ever as he spoke within my mind. “

“That doesn’t fill me with confidence about him. I do admire his devotion to you, could I ever be like that?” I asked, only just realising what I had thought and sent via our link.“Why Fraulein, I do believe you can in time, once you see I’m not your enemy.” His sincere response catching me slightly off guard.“You killed my mother; I would say you are the enemy.” I thought, not realising what I had said until it was too late; a small gasp escaping my lips.“I understand your feelings but your mother attacked me first. To begin with I had no intention of taking her life.” he growled slightly, sending his real intention swirling through my mind.He was telling the truth, he wasn’t going to kill her, not until she attacked him; until she broke the rules and rebelled. Yet she saw it as though she had no other choice, she believed he would kill us both because my father had tried to run with u

I nodded, sending Ezio’s furious thoughts barrelling towards the prince’s mind, my own thoughts mixed in as I sent them; unsure why he didn’t believe me, I had never lied to him. I searched Marianne’s mind, her confusion only rising as time passed; not entirely sure what was going on around her. She didn’t understand why I was so powerful and how I could read their minds with ease when a witch has never been recorded as being able to do such a thing, believing now that I was something special. Someone they could use.“Well.” Silas said, resting his chin between his finger and thumb, “This changes things, we actually can plan better with this new found ability.”“What do you mean Silas?” Marianne asked, intrigued by his words as much as she was interested by me.“All will be revealed when the time is right, but for now; we could use her to find out whether the Phantomhives are readying for wa

“Now Fraulein, A guard will come to escort you to your chambers where you will meet with Marianne.” He turned to the door and walked off with something almost like a spring in his step.I stood in there in awe, what had changed within him? Something had, I just didn’t know what, he was nicer; he considered my opinions and suggestions. He listened to me. I mutely nodded towards the guard that entered the meeting room looking for me, quickly following him towards the chamber, the door having been repaired. I reached out my mind to Silas as I entered my room, forgetting that he was originally going to tell me something about Marianne, something I needed to know.“What was the important information I needed to know whilst training with Miss Scarlette?” I asked mutely, sending the question swimming around his mind.“Ah yes, Marianne is unforgiving when it comes to training.” Came his thoughts, though I still had no idea what

“Luna is not a Marshall, her mother met Stephen Marshall after Fraulien was born, marrying him before she knew of his actions with the rebel witches and warlocks. But her mother never revealed the fact she was married to a rebel to her vampire handler, nor did she tell her own daughter he wasn’t her real father.” Silas explained, his words carefully chosen as if rehearsed. “Which helps explain how she has no traits from her “father” and has no desire to join the rebels, she knows their numbers have waned in recent times due to them being ineffective against us.”I gasped when I heard the words leave his lips, Stephen wasn’t my father?! What did he mean, if he wasn’t, then who was? Who did I belong to? I rose to my feet, taking a step towards them as if in a trance; “What else do you know?” I asked him.Marianne smiled, “Do you have proof of this?” she asked, negating my question as Silas&rsqu