Rinoa glazed into the fuming, fire. Her hands were shaking, as she thought about what had happened. She wanted to curl up and cry, try to forget about what had just happened but she knew she could not.
She turned her eyes towards the man she had been calling father for the past seventeen years.
You lied to me! She managed, to whisper.
The man, Jack looked about in his mid-forties, he had unusual sliver hair and strange eyes, one was green and the other was blue. He looked attractive in the dim light of the fire.
After five or six minutes, he finally answered. Im sorry Rinoa, but it had to be done! I was told to take you away, back to safety. To bring you up like a human, I had to accept. Jack pleaded with her, nearly shouting with sheer desperation.
Why? Whats so important about me? I dont even know what race I am! And then you come to wake me up to say Im a princess and Im not human and that we must leave, now or I shall die.