Asa
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Nadya
All she knew growing up was those that raised her... The entire village owed her father a great debt to the point of refusing to reveal her true last name until events forced their hand or she turned 21 whichever happened first though the last memory the woman she called mother had of her father was him praying over her as a tiny infant that his curse nor the hell that hunted his curse nor the church find her. She even helped him name her. Nadya meaning hope... The hope for a normal life that he wished for her.
Her father's wishes were only right to a point. The hell of his curse did find her... On her twenty first birthday.
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You should have told us about her Gabriel?
And let the church turn her into a weapon because of me.
The man stood before the priest barely containing his rage.
Well now they may well have her and you being "dead" can't go after her. So how do we deal with this Gabriel? Yet another problem you have created.
The church will stay the hell out of it and I will find a way.
What is her name will you at least do that?
Padre...
The man said as he walked off.
Go to hell.
Several days later he was seated in an inn in Budapest waiting for an old friend. The old man arrived with a younger man in tow.
Gabriel... My friend... My brother... We knew you would return one day but better events would surround our reunion.
Your darker brethren... Have they found her. Gabriel asked a worry not often found in the warrior's voice.
No they have not found her truly nor have we. The villagers protect her well.
The old man nodded to him. Everyone at the table knew that he knew where she was but for the sakenof listening ears no one knew.
However as you call them my dark brethren seek to return to Budapest in the spring. However my young friend here will be traveling there soon perhaps you two should travel... Together.
Gabriel sighed.
She is better off to believe that I am dead my friend. I will not see her a hated weapon of the church like I am. She deserves better.
She deserves to know her family her blood and her birthright. Like it or not she is like you... Bound to fight and vanquish the dark ones. But she will not do this alone.
Will she young one?
The old man looked to his protege with a fanged smile.