<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dresden</span><br/><br/>The threads of his memory of her had been unraveling for some time now. Her eyes were brown... or were they black? He couldn't remember... It was difficult to lose her the first time and now he was losing her again, his memory of her. Soon he wouldn't even have that much... Out of rage he threw his fist against the wall.<em>That bastard! What had he ever done to deserve such cruel punishment?! All he ever wanted was to claim that beautiful maiden for his own, but he hadn't even been given the chance. That damned ferryman ruined it all for him!</em><br/><br/>Normally, he didn't think about it, but he had been given dreams of the beautiful maiden and her face was still in his memory from that pleasant dream. But when he woke up, things turned sour as reality set in. Why, he'd take that bitch Mai by the throat and strangle her half to death, so what she was his niece?! The bitch should know better than that.<br/><br/>Angrily, Dresden began to get ready for his day, mood only lightened by the fact that he was adored in the Underworld. He pulled his black leather gloves on so that he wouldn't accidentally kill any thing, though he couldn't kill any of the deities. "Oh right," he murmured, remembering even if he wanted to strangle Mai to death, he couldn't kill her. "Too bad," he murmured, making his way out of his own chambers to find that no good Grims lurking around, "You haven't seen Mai today, have you? I'd like to give the little terrorist a beating within an inch of her life," he sneered. "Actually, where is she? It's not often I don't see her hanging off your shirttails, what's with that?" he murmured, only now realizing the oddity of Mai not being around Grims.