Ritiqa turned and covered her ears with her hands while attempting to return to rest however the stunning commotion of the trains whistle would now permit her. She was utilized to the trains going back and forth constantly yet for reasons unknown she observed the sounding excessively disturbing. Besides the opening that had been brought about by rust was allowing in a draft that was too awkward to even consider disregarding. Ritiqa looked from her improvised bed of messy sacks and cardboards to check whether her grandma was up. She grinned to herself when she saw the slobber trickling from the edge of her grandma's mouth.

"She is an amusing incredible sight", she pondered internally.

Ritiqa's just family was her grandma whom she revered such a lot of that she feared truly losing her despite the fact that her grandma was pretty much as solid as a pony dissimilar to numerous ladies her age. Her appearance made her seem to be in her eighties however her deftness was of a thirty year elderly person. As she continued to notice her, Alice rested on and proceeded to slobber and wheeze negligent of Ritiqa's wicked tricks of emulating her wheezing.

"Gracious, I know what to do", Ritiqa said as she tossed the worn out cover aside and crawled to where Alice was dozing.

She was going to pour water on her grandma when she felt a steel like hold on her wrist. She squeaked with the shock of being discovered in the act however when she looked Alice, her face was as yet unchanged from a second prior.

"Isn't she sleeping?" Ritiqa pondered however the bad habit like grasp talked in any case.

She had been trapped in wickedness; the main thing grandma Alice was prejudiced about Ritiqa. Notwithstanding them residing in the city, Alice self-taught Ritiqa about high society decorum." You never know my young lady, a day has many astonishments. You might wind up tracking down a well off admirer for yourself, it's smarter to be ready than sorry", she'd constantly tell her. She was additionally prepared close by and blade battle, grandma was not taking a risk with anything. She believed that her should have the option to guard herself if at any time the event emerged. What Alice didn't know was that Ritiqa was the safeguard of different young ladies from the road families. Nobody actually considered tormenting or bother them in light of the fact that Ritiqa had vowed to break the bones of any one who attempted.

"Camilla? Aren't you sleeping?", Ritiqa asked attempting to measure whether Alice was dreaming and it was only a reflex or she knew about what Ritiqa was going to do

"Gracious my young lady, I generally let you know that I have an additional an eye on my brow". Alice answered without waking up. She let go of Ritiqa's wrist and cleared the slobber off of her face with the very hand that had held her.

"For what reason are you up so early, return to rest youngster"

"In any case, Camilla, I can't rest. It's too uproarious today, the trains are excessively clearly. I could hear the birds peeping, how might I rest Camilla?"

It was like Alice had been destroyed into alertness with Ritiqa's grumblings. She shot vertical and began actually looking at her heartbeat on her temple, her neck, even her chest. Yet, the temperature was ordinary; she moaned and lay down on her shoddy bunk

"Camilla what's going on?"

"Nothing kid, I thought you were catching something".

"However, how could you feel that? The trains continued to blast their whistles"!

At that point another train, like brought by Ritiqa blew its horn. On reflex she covered her ears and shouted making Alice abruptly ascend from where she lay.

"Ritiqa youngster, is it the train once more?"

She didn't hear the inquiry as she was all the while covering her ears with her hands. At the point when the train passed, she uncovered her ears. Alice examined her eyes and saw the inconspicuous veins of blood that were ambiguously apparent in her eyes. Ritiqa was seeing her hands shocked," where did this blood come from?" She gazed toward Alice for replies.

"Now is the right time, it has begun".

"What has begun Camilla?"

"Come youngster", she cleared the blood off of her ears and cleaned up.

"We are leaving Hania, it would be risky for you here my young lady"

"Camilla, what are you referring to? This is our home, how could it be perilous to reside here?"

"Youngster, you will see however we need to leave NOW!"

Ritiqa had never seen her grandma terrified before however on this day she gazed pretty shaken upward by something. Alice stooped by her shoddy bed and pulled a little chest from under. She waved her hand and murmured a few garbled words making the chest open with a noisy fasten. Inside was a blade, sparkling silver like texture and a little cowhide pocket which she pushed into her pockets. She took the knife and the silver texture and tossed them into a gym bag that was holding tight the divider.

"Pick up the pace Ritiqa, there's no opportunity to falter!"

Ritiqa couldn't comprehend the reason why out of nowhere grandma had gotten her jeans ablaze about leaving. This was the main home she had at any point known since she was a kid. Her existence with Grandma Alice was not a lavish one but rather she was cheerful. Her folks had kicked the bucket in a mishap when she was a baby and Alice had no real option except to take her in as she was the main relative she had.

On occasion, life would be so troublesome and they would go for quite a long time without a legitimate dinner, different times they would just eat one feast in a day yet they were OK. Grandmother was too old to even consider working, constraining Ritiqa to stop school and work the roads doing unspecialized temp jobs to a great extent since she was nine just to have something on the table. Missy, her main companion in the area, resembled a twin to her. They were age-mates and resided two houses from Ritiqa's home. Leaving Missy would resemble abandoning a sister and she was unable to force herself to leave without attempting to persuade her to follow along. Ritiqa sneaked outside to bid farewell or attempt to convince Missy to go with her. Basically she was certain that Missy's smashed mother wouldn't see she had left. She was a heavy drinker who generally tanked a lot to see Missy. It would be a welcome plan to escape the discouraging house once and for all. With these considerations going round in head, she caught a human divider similarly as she made a turn at the corner.

"Oof, watch where you're going elderly person!"

"By the divine beings, in the event that it isn't Noor!"

Casper was taking a gander at an imitation of Celeste his little girl when she was seventeen years old. He was unable to eliminate his look from this youngster's delightful face, he was going to stroke her cheek when...

"Alrighty then... look what we have here!" Alice's voice penniless Casper out of his dream.

"Watch where you ..." before Ritiqa could complete what she was talking about a blinding light swooshed past her ears sending off itself into the white haired man's waist thumping him against the divider.

Ritiqa shouted looking behind her to see her grandmother tossing bundles of white light at the elderly person. She was unable to accept what she was seeing, was this equivalent powerless grandma who looked so fragile the greater part of the times? Presently here she was kicking ass, and mysteriously at that. In the blink of an eye the white haired man was up and grasping his very own blue fire. It was by all accounts becoming greater constantly nearly gulping him however not long before he tossed it at Ritiqa, an unexpected whirlwind lifted her from the beginning pushed her onto an approaching train.

Ritiqa shouted, frightened of her approaching passing. She sat tight for the effect yet none came, in its stead, a flood of murkiness consumed her as she hit her head against the rubbish truck on the opposite side of the rail route. She was unconscious in a split second ignorant about the following fight only a couple of meters from where she lay. Casper had tossed her far removed and out of risk, he was apprehensive Alice would attempt to utilize his Noor to use their battle, wrathful Alice was equipped for anything when cornered. With Ritiqa far removed, Casper could now zero in on quelling Alice. Her enchantment was that of a pure blood witch, those that got the endowment of wizardry from the moon goddess straightforwardly and nobody separated from Casper, an immediate relative of the moon goddess and child of one of the pureblood vampire could quell her. Alice got away from the wad of light that he tossed at her.

She was moving with a nimbleness that opposed her age and the fight between the two appeared to be on an equivalent plane. I'll give it to you; you are still all around as strong as I recollect. How could you track down us?" she asked Casper focusing her endeavors on diverting him.

"Ha-ha... Ha-ha... Did you suppose you'd stow away from me everlastingly and with my granddaughter at that? You underrate me Hania. You might have thought yourself tricky when you figured out how to broil Jasper's cerebrums to make sure you could inspire him to kidnap Noor. You comprehended that convincing him with your dim spell to conflict with his sibling Damien would kill him as a result of their bond. Ok! You are a heartless one, right? You know very well that against me you have no potential for success to win this, don't you?"

She is mine, she has a place with me, and no one has any directly over her aside from me!" Alice answered as she focused on her air enchantment, tossing Casper against a tree. He had been effective in penetrating her safeguard; Hania was a pleased lady who had no space for disappointment. Her resentment caused her to lose center permitting Casper to get around his feet. He recuperated his heading in a matter of seconds catching her with stones of soil. Without allowing her an opportunity to fight back, he invoked a sparkling silver line that injury itself around Alice restricting and delivering her unmoving.