She shook her head finding the way this man thought rather odd. In this world many didn't seem to care, not one person ever thought of acting like this openly, and so this behavior to Fable was unexpected.<br/>"I act like this...well," She thought for a second, "I guess by now, most would assume it to be a habit. I am used to pain, and violence in my life, and I have gotten to the point where I expect behavior like so. I act like this because when I see a man, out of nowhere, coming forth at me I can only expect it is for my misfortune. It truly is nothing against you, it is just natural at this point."<br/><br/>She could sense that this man was different. Not the kind of different as in personality wise, but as a whole. This man was not human, but she could not place a finger on just what he was. Even as he spoke of evil, she could feel no ounce of darkness ebb off of him. This man was increasingly peculiar to Fable. However, as he looked around and spoke of showing her something, she couldn't help but feel her curiousity of this man grow even more.<br/><br/>But as he became bathed in light, her right arm burned considerable, and she now knew what ever Jon was, was something that hurt the hidden darkness inside her. She looked to her arm worried what this would do to her. Her veins thrashed violently under her skin, bringing pain with them, and her fingers began taking the form of blackened spikes. She gasped, hiding her arm, not wanting Jon to see, not yet at least. She looked to him as he took his true form, looking upon the being that made her true self wretch in anger.<br/>Her eyes became dazzled at his true form, as she relized just what he was finally. Angels were something she only heard about in her old bedtime stories, more of a myth to her than anything. However, there one stood, right in front of her. Now she understood why the darkness hated him so, and why her arm had even changed. Even though her arm ached to claw at him, she stood frozen, taken back by his form. Even as he fazed back, she still stood in silence, shocked by what he had just showed her.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, feeling her arm go back to normal, but continued to hide it. She didn't particularly want to bring up the topic of her condition quite yet. Her eyes shifted down to the ground, unable to look at him as she spoke.<br/>"I come from the village of Efara, a once peaceful place, but is now no longer so. My Uncle, corrupted by darkness began to seek power, starting with my village he killed many, and took a few under his enchantments. Sure enough after a awhile he gained an army of his own. He is destroying Anaria, he is slowly gaining control of many territories. His power grows everyday, that would be the evil you are feeling. It's the darkness he intends to cast everywhere, and become the one thing he craves more than anything. An Overlord." She looks to him unsure if she should say more, worried by just how he would take this.