She couldn't peel her eyes from the boy. Something shook inside her, shook her down to her very core, forcing goose pimples to rise from her flesh. There was something about this kid. She had no idea what it was, but she could feel it. He was different somehow, and it wasn't his half-elf heritage or his seemingly inability to speak. 

She didn't realize she was staring and even more that he was staring right back at her, it was as if she was lost in his gaze, contemplating what it was she was actually looking at.

It wasn't until they turned towards the docks that her gaze broke from his. Her face reddened and for that one brief moment, she felt afraid. She was her lands greatest assassin, killed countless during her employment in the Guild. She was skilled at being cold and calculating, despite the passion burning inside her. And yet, here she was, only a shell of that woman, as fear crept into her veins.  Not of the boy persay, but of the unknown, of what she felt from him. 

Was it her destiny to follow? She didn't usually care much for that word. She believed in making her own destiny. But she couldn't help the feeling, the one that had been gnawing at her since she first saw the trio. And so, without any care of being discovered, she followed them.

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