Ah, another one! I'm so sorry for this.

I thought back on the people I had met so far. Sweet Hazel and her almost need to help me. Milo, a rakish sort who looked at home in the dirty streets of the Night Market. Gabriel, a staunch man who looked at me as if I had broken a rule, but he just hand’t figured out which yet. All of them had offered to help me in various ways. Even Belladonna had. Why were these people going out of their way for me though?

“A little.” I had of course been told some things. Enough to get by. But Belladonna didn’t ask questions just to ask them. There was something bigger that I was missing and she wanted me to know.

There was clear disappointment in her eyes when she looked at the people around her. “Honestly. I would have assumed the two of you would have told them,” she said to both Milo and Hazel. Hazel looked away while Milo turned his ire to her.

“It was ten years ago and has no baring on today.”

“Doesn’t it?” She raised a perfectly arched brow at him, challenging him with the barest of moves. “Gates are opening, and we don’t know why. We are searching for the Gatekeeper and the Barons are surly trying to flush them out. And, a bloody downfall is sure to ensue if we continue to operate in such terms of secrecy. Or do you think that history can just repeat itself with the same set of rules and have an entirely different outcome.”