Glory's World - In the Ruins

She was a natural born healer. She'd been there for him when he needed it most.

Now he was free and so was she. She wasn't a barely teen-aged girl any more. In what was possibly the worst time of his life, that little girl helped heal him. She accepted him as he was. She held his hand and sang him songs. He'd always come away from there feeling like he was trippin' on some kind of 'happy flower'.

She still made him happy. Apparently, she'd always had a 'thing' for him. So, he made her happy too. Best of all, he didn't scare HER. She didn't make him feel like the freak he was...a Hybrid. Not afraid of the Vampire, because she knew he preferred his wolfen form and ways - to be like her, a Were. He was also part Grigori, and so was she.

It was an all day hike but they did take a few shortcuts where there was nothing in particular. She took him across the land that was hers, which she'd largely left wild. It even had ruins - a rarity on Fiero. Her great-grandfather and grandfather could afford it. The head of The Clan and his third son. They spoiled her, but she wasn't spoiled. She was a pale statue of a beautiful angel full of life. She was the sweetest girl he'd ever known. Magical...especially here, in this place with these ancient monuments, perhaps half buried in dirt and vegetation.

Dorian was an idiot. Djinn just smiled to himself. Ohhhh, poor, poor 'Little Prince' Dorian. Boo-hoo, and Thank you, Sister Grace!