Anethrial looked through random scrolls. She had no idea what she was looking for. She guessed she thought one would jump up and say here it is, the answer to the war. It didn't happen that way. She found scrolls, concoctions for illnesses and the first decree that claimed that magic was evil. There was nothing about the other creatures. She moved deeper into the vault. Her eyes caught on an old brittle looking letter, It was a yellow green in color and looked as if it had been scrawled on the back of some wilted plant.<br/><br/><em>Iarasis</em>was scrolled on the top in sloppy writing. Whatever it was was addressed to her father.<br/><br/><em>I am writing to you about the blessing I bore.  I am just a widowed  fisherman's wife. I do not have the means, nor ability to take care of this blessed child.I entrust her to you, deal with her in the way that you see fit. She must never know of me. If she asks claim that the mother was the holy one.  </em><br/><br/>It was a short note. no name or any identifying mark was written underneath it. She started to toy with the golden feather that was around her neck, a gift of her mothers, no that had been a hoax. He had used her, to gain power. Used her like he did everyone. She had always thought that she had a special blood bond with him. Now she knew the truth. She was no different and he would not hesitate to get rid of her if she got in the way.<br/><br/>Her own panic is distributed when she heard a sound. She walked into the vault where she had heard it, and watched as the man that had accompanied her threw scrolls from a self.<br/><br/>" you know...If your trying to be sneaky,your failing at it right now." She told him.