Sebastian
"Tell me of that girl's abilities. What is it about her that the South is looking so studiously for? Is she really a powerful weapon?" My father paced around the his dark office, musing.
"She is not a weapon." I answered quickly, annoyed. He stopped across his large, gray stone desk. It would intimidate anyone else who entered, but I knew there were some particularly choice words carved underneath, from when I used to play in here as a boy. His whole office was meant to intimidate, with its sparkling black marble floors, charcoal walls and ceilings, the room always dark due to the large windows covered by thick black curtains and its use of candlelight instead of electricity. Now that I was older, it all seemed rather dramatic.
"Sebastian. The South has been scouring the cou
