It was 5 years ago when I found her. She was dying of starvation. She seems as if she had given up on life. I laughed at that, but there was something about her that made me want to take her in. Her innocence was clearly see able. Her beauty was as if she was merely just a sleeping child.
I took her in. Nourished her and nursed her back to health. I cared for her, and upon my request she joined the league.
She was careless. She fought with a fire, a purpose, with a history. A history she would never speak of. She would tell me bits and pieces, but refused to tell me her whole past. I resented her for this, but she always won back my love.
My father never approved. I loved her and all he saw her as was a weakness to me. She wasn't a weakness. She strengthened me. She made me feel powerful she made me see the good in my father. He tried to make her leave. All she did was laugh, where as others shook in fear of the demon.
I slowly found my self falling for her deeper and deeper. And now, she's gone.