She sat there and listened in amazement of the tale of her mother and the Oracle. She was in danger until this day. Now she would be bale to roam until she reached her rightful family and be safe and take her place amongst the people. Daphne accepted his answers to be true, that all the items were left with him until it was the proper time to give them to her for the journey.<br/><br/>She was to meet a guise, someone that would assist her, that brought her some comfort that she would not be traveling alone in this journey, still she wished she could take Peter with her. He had done so much with so little, and she did not know how she would ever repay him.<br/><br/>As he handed her the handkerchief, she looked at it, both of their names sewn into it. As they touched it, the flash, made her move back a little. All these magical things, talk of witches, truly made the girls head spin. "I love you father, you will always be my father no matter what. I will think of you all the rest of the days of my life. Oh how I wish you could come with me, and be with me." She rose and kissed him on the forehead, a single tear rolling down her cheek.<br/><br/>She then took a simple satchel, put in some bread and fruit, along with the map and handkerchief, and headed for the door. "Goodbye father, I miss you already." Daphne then stepped to the door and opened it, leaving the only life she knew behind, saddened to leave the only family she had ever known to go meet one she knew nothing about.<br/><br/>She went on her way, now waiting, wondering when she would meet this guide and who or what it actually was.