The Scars of The Last Great War.

[Viktor Delacro]

Viktor's mind reeled today, he had not noticed the raw potential the young ones of this city possessed. Rage, greed, lust for power flowed through all of them. He had once tried to destroy it all, but now he saw that there was much that could be harvested.
"Young Guinevere, you shall have a partner, it should suit you."

He turned to the girl that had passed him, he felt a great sorrow, and a great vengeance from her. He would create his new army from the youth of this very city.

"You there, come here."

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka started as the man called her. Her grey eyes were cold and expressionless as she raised them towards his. "You called me?" she said softly, the tears that she had held beneath the surface for so long threatening to spill out. "What do you want with me?" she continued, every word cold and frozen, coming from so far away. Her face was stern and grave and cold, every feature of her pale white face frozen in ice. "I am busy. Do not detain me long."

[Viktor Delacro]

"You may be busy, young one, but the dead are not. They will be there when you return. Who are those you pay respects to?"

Viktor's har gaze set out upon her.

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka face remained expressionless. She had lost everything two years ago. Her emotions had disappeared with them. It was almost as if she was a statue of frozen tears. Tears that would never come, but remained on the surface, threatening to come out. "My parents," she said softly, her breath forming a fog in the cold air.

[Guinevere Viperatus]

Guinevere watched the girl, her eyes moving from her out into the distance. she had met quite a few people lately, her favorites being Riley and Erwin. Vik... on the other hand, was someone who would have to build her trust.

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka felt the eyes of the girl on her. Slowly and proudly she turned her gaze to the woman. She had seen this woman before- her name was Guinevere Viperatus. Her grey eyes clouded over as she saw the name on the grave behind her. So Guinevere's father was dead. Ignoring the man for the moment, she whispered softly, "Do you still have your mother?"

[Viktor Delacro]

"Your parents, they were killed weren't they? Maybe...murdered?"

Viktor saw the girl's uncryed tears, her emotions were written on her. No family made this easier, murdered family made this child's play. The girl moved with grace, she would be a fearsome warrior, he would see to it.

[Guinevere Viperatus]

"No... she died giving birth. I never knew her and that thought still haunts me to this day." she said softly. This was probably something that made her wish to fight, almost to make her mother proud.

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka's eyes went cold again as she turned to face the man. Her chin was lifted proudly, and she said, "In cold blood before my eyes." The tears would never come, she thought to herself. She was frozen. Everything was so cold. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing away the cold, imagining warmth coming to her heart. It was no use. She opened her eyes again. "What's it to you?" she said sharply, almost cruelly. Oh, how she wanted her parent's murderer to hurt. Hurt until the pain was unbearable, like hers was. Hurt until he could barely see for blinding, unshed tears, like her.

[Viktor Delacro]

Pain marred both of the women. Pain was good. He felt like laughing. Why had he ever looked for power through military might? He should have corrupted people from the start.

"Guinevere, I can make you into a warrior to make your father and mother envious, and you, my young one,"
he stepped forward to the girl that had been rude to him.

"You, can find those who killed your family. I can help you, help you attain the power to make those responsible suffer for all eternity."

[Guinevere Viperatus]

"My mother... was a true Lady. Her veins did not rush with the will to fight." she said sharply. She only knew that her mother was beautiful, having long black hair and peircing green eyes. Her mother was also one of the sweetest women you would ever meet.

[Viktor Delacro]

"In this world, you will find that those without the will to fight are the first to die. Once must struggle to survive. Kill, or be killed. Never forget that, Guinevere," Viktor said harshly, casting a stern look at his would-be student.

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. How she wanted them to suffer! Wavering, she took another deep breath and turned her head away for a moment. Turning her head back, she caught a deep breath, and a fire blazed in her eyes. The design. It was there, right on his shoulders. How could she have not seen it? Deciding not to seem too eager, she said hesitantly, "But how? How can you help me do that?"

[Guinevere Viperatus]

"My mother died giving birth to me... she was neither over-powered nor weak. She was a strong willed woman who died giving her only child life..." She took what he said as a stab at her mother. She rested a hand on the amulet around her neck, the other hand resting on her sword.

[Viktor Delacro]

"And such a child she has bore, Guinevere, a marvelous strong girl who will no doubt be a supreme warrior. The fact that you reach for your sword with intent to strike me makes me proud, you are truly worthy of what I have to teach."

Viktor laughed softly and warmly. His countenance light, hiding the evil beneath.

"I can help you both, but you must submit to my teachings. It's master and students, you may not like it, but no strong-willed warrior does. It's the way of things, whether you like it or not."