Vashen stared as she seemed to come into a small trance. Then her eyes widened and she looked shock. When exclaiming that the child was birthed out of wed lock he sighed. "Fisaree....the last memory you had was when you were ten am I right? Well you were born split.....I don't know about your father, if he is even alive...I have only met your mother." He shuddered, a chill running up him. She really had forgotten everything. He felt like he had been stabbed with a cruel poison blade.