It was a crisp fall hari in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden najis in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the saat floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her hati, tengah-tengah racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of Penulisan something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black van and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her kot and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed kalung which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same hari that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
lebih importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers shop
and an elegant lady dressed in green popped out and went inside.
The little girl who was watching had a little odd feeling, her hati, tengah-tengah racing she pressed the button on the side of the binoculars, the lenses going stronger.
The lady in green was talking to a man on the counter, smiling and giving a motion of Penulisan something down into a piece of paper.
At the corner of the little girls eyes she saw a man dressed in all black carrying a small bag. It looked like it had something in it. He went inside the black van and had his hand pressed to something at the side of his head.
Suddenly a big alarm went off. Red alert.
Big cries came out, and the little girl saw the green lady slipping into the van, she had a big smirk on her face. Since the window was down, the little girl saw money changing hands.
The little girl cried out and her mom immediately came to her side.
She bought out her mini chalkboard and drew a van. The mom smiled and put it aside. The girl pointed out again and spelled out the vans licence plate number with her alphabet blocks.
The mom tidied them away and put on her kot and misunderstanding, thought her daughter wanted a walk.
The mother and child left the apartment and strolled outside.
News came out quickly, rushing shoppers telling everyone what happened and the owner of the jewellers hung his head down with sadness.
The newly designed kalung which came from all the sway from Fremantle Western Australia, made with newly finished opals and pearls was stolen.
The little girl thinking about the robbery cried, her nails digging in the inside of her palm.
It was than on that same hari that the little girl resolved to dispense the toddler talk and brush up on her language skills.
lebih importantly she set out her sights into becoming a detective.
Her name was Dana Kylie Gracias.
Can anda blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if anda read it like you'd be Singing Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How anda seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
anda grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
masam notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s buaian swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what anda see
What is it anda saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How anda seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
anda grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
masam notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s buaian swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what anda see
What is it anda saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
ID: Confidental
Age: 25
Occupation: Assassin and villian
Physical Appearance: light brunett, bronze colored eyes, 5'6"
Clothing: varies, but always wears a scarf that she can bring up to hide her identity.
Powers: sejak looking into her victims eyes, she can command them to do as she pleases.
Weapons: Doesn't always carry one, but she is skilled with a sword.
Personality: vengeful, focused, feisty
History: Unknown.
Relation to Team: actual relation is a secret, but she seems to have a hate for fire-casters...