She eyed the young curious hybrid, having followed her to the small patch of shadows amongst the trees. Interest flickered in her thoughts. If she were to share her past... How the death of one little Aztec girl was the final trigger to send her down the road to madness. How her delirium switched to rage in a second and she lost herself, burning the mighty Aztecs to the ground for everything they had made her suffer for. How she had clutched the child, her saviour, to her chest as the blazing flames died and the full moon rose in a smoke filled, black night sky. How her shriek of absolute insanity terrified all as the darkness filled her mind, leaving her with nothing. ...would she run?