all things inherit

Second victim of my digital-art-training:
All Things Inherit by BeautifulFiction again!

(I should probably warn you that it’ll be a lot of illustrations to the BeautifulFiction’s stories here if I continue with my little fandom marathon, ‘cause I’ve been practically living on her works for more than a year now, and it begins to burst through in, well, this way))

Anyway - a story about fate, loneliness and gradual acceptance of who you are.
“A tug on his tail made John yelp in surprise. Sherlock was standing on the wooden surface above his head, peering underneath with a mixture of amusement and surprise, as if he had never imagined John could be so juvenile.
Footsteps on the stairs made them pause, looking towards the door as a slender hand tapped on the wood. 'Wohoo! Are you boys decent?’ Mrs Hudson eased her way inside when Sherlock barked, pursing her lips to pinch back an amused smile. 'Oh, you two! Look at the mess you’ve made!’ ” (ch.4)

Xander/Berkut C-A Support

Written by  jsketch12


Berkut: You there. Prince Xander.

Xander: Ah, yes. Berkut, the Rigelian prince, I take it?

Berkut: Indeed I am. Scion to the throne held by proud Emperor Rudolf.

Xander: Quite a title you’ve attained for yourself, hmm?

Berkut: It is my birthright, after all; what of you? You are the crown prince of the kingdom of Nohr, are you not?

Xander: You’re absolutely right.

Berkut: Of course, that title requires an immense amount of strength to give it weight, no?

Xander: As expected, yes.

Berkut: Hmm. I can respect a man who harbors such strength behind his title; after all, it’s one thing to inherit the throne, and another to hold power over it.

Xander: Agreed. Strength is but one component of the duties of a king, after all.

Berkut: I would dare say it is the most important. The mighty guide the meek, and secure their place as leaders of men. Political power means naught without strength to carry it out.

Xander: Prince Berkut, with all due respect, I shall not deny the importance of strength among the scion’s responsibilities. However, strength alone does not a leader make. Take my sibling Corrin for example–

Berkut: And I am to believe that strength is not enough to secure my place upon the Rigelian throne?

Xander: I didn’t say that at all, Berkut. I’m just cautioning you to perhaps keep a bit more of an open mind about what makes a good leader.

Berkut: Hmph. Perhaps that’s the way things work in your kingdom, but Rigelians are guided by strength. We gather our might, and we conquer the land, unlike the Zofians who lie on their backs waiting for the blessings to be showered upon them. In fact, I dare say strength alone is too generous an assumption to make when dealing with foes such as Rigel’s. Good day to you, Prince Xander.

Xander: …

[Xander and Berkut have reached support rank C.]


Xander: Hah! Hyah! Hrrah!

Berkut: Prince Xander… I’m surprised to see you awake at this hour. Training, nonetheless.

Xander: Indeed. One must take every opportunity to shape body and skill. Discipline of the self leads to the discipline of others.

Berkut: You seem to be spending quite some time on your sword technique for one who holds strength in such disdain.

Xander: Berkut, I will say this again: I never disregarded the importance of strength. I merely said that strength is one of the many important qualities that a leader must hone to lead.

Berkut: Hmm. Well, then. Perhaps you would like to show me just how well those other qualities fare in practice against a real opponent?

Xander: How do you mean?

Berkut: A duel, perhaps. Not to the death, of course; the Askran campaign against Embla is far too important to risk losing your life… or mine.

Xander: You wish to spar with me?

Berkut: Indeed. We shall see whose ideals ring truer through our blades.

Xander: Very well. Combat training against another soldier will greatly aid our cause, after all.

Berkut: This will be too easy; I almost pity you, prince of Nohr. Now, prove your salt. Have at you!

[Xander and Berkut have reached support rank B.]


(Sound of a lance clattering against the ground.)

Berkut: Damn it all! I clearly–I UNDOUBTEDLY have the superior strength… the advantage of weapon length… So why?! Why can I never best you?!

Xander: Berkut, you must keep calm and control yourself. Getting angry will not solve anything.

Berkut: Don’t you dare talk down to me as if I were a… a mewling child!

Xander: Your attitude nearly had me fooled there. Berkut, your stance and technique were quite impressive; the likes of some of which I had not seen in the Nohrian army. However, you were only focused on one thing: beating me down, and proving me wrong.

Berkut: And you care because?! You seem like the type of man who would offer that passé notion of motivation…

Xander: The fact of the matter is that your motivation during our sparring was entirely selfish. It’s very sadly a common flaw in many otherwise great leaders.

Berkut: Well, can you blame me for being selfish? For wanting to prove myself right? What do you know of my intentions?

Xander: Too little to judge them thoroughly, but enough to know that they’re having an adverse effect upon your performance in battle… and as a scion to the throne. So tell me, Berkut. What is it you want most?

Berkut: I hold all the respect in the world for Emperor Rudolf… for my uncle… and yet, that respect is not reciprocated, no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I follow that mantra of strength, just as did my father, my mother! I refuse to be reviled as a failure!

Xander: …I see. You say you want the respect of others, and yet… you refuse to see beyond yourself. You think that by only bettering your strength, you will ascend to the expectations of others, but how can you meet those expectations when you don’t know what they are?

Berkut: …

Xander: Berkut. Do you have anybody who you are fighting for? I understand you fight to ascend to the throne, but… the first step in earning the respect of a leader is respecting others. And if you battle for the sake of anyone, I believe that will lead you to finally see beyond yourself.

Berkut: …There is a woman… a beautiful, kind, noble woman who I hold closest and dearest to my heart… Her name is Rinea. Perhaps I want to prove I have the power to ascend to the Rigelian throne, but at the same time… I wish for her to have the life of an empress. I always believed she deserves a better life than the one she has had. I want her to have a life where she can… dance freely, without worrying as she does…

Xander: There you go. Alfonse and Sharena battle for the sake of their homeland; I fight for the sake of the Nohrian people… Even if you fight for the sake of just one person that you care about, I believe that is more than enough to indicate the quality of your leadership. Prince Berkut, I hope you will take what I have said to heart… and fight for a world where you and Rinea may dance without a care.

Berkut: I never thought I would concede this, but… I believe there is merit to what you suggest, Prince Xander.

Xander: Heh. Would you like to go another few rounds tonight?

Berkut: It would be my pleasure.

[Xander and Berkut have reached support rank A.]

War Drabble Series: Part VII (for tumblr)

It was entirely too soon that his mother’s house elf, Tilly, was requesting his presence. He sent her away and began the task of waking up his daughter, who was still fast asleep in the crook of his arm. “Rhea,” he gently jostled her, “It’s time to wake up.”

The tiny girl yawned and stretched her arms above her head, hitting him in the face with one of her hands. “Sorry.” she giggled, and he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Morning.”

He smiled and fluffed her messy hair. “Good Morning.” He was surprised she hadn’t woken up crying for her mum. Perhaps she was still in shock? Or maybe she still viewed this as a temporary thing?

Either way, he was grateful that he hadn’t needed to deal with tears first thing in the morning.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, getting up. “I’m going to get your things.”

She just smiled tiredly. “Ok.”

Draco returned with her bag and set it down next to her. “You need to get dressed. So pick out something to wear. We have to go.”

She opened the bag and started ruffling through it. “Where are we going?”

“Do you remember the lady that we saw last night?” She nodded. “She is your grandmother and she’s asked me to introduce her to you this morning. We are to have breakfast with her.”


“Yes, my mother. Did you ever meet your other grandparents?”

“I have a gran and a pop but I haven’t seen them in a long time.”

There was probably a rather depressing reason behind that. “Well, she is kind of like them.”

“Oh.” She hummed thoughtfully to herself and pulled out a teal blue sweater with white stripes and began the process of getting dressed.

Draco sighed and went about shedding his own night clothes in his large walk in closet. He quickly put on his normal brand of trousers and grabbed a dark gray button up. He headed back out towards her as he pulled an arm through the sleeve.

“What’s that on your tummy?”

Startled by her voice, Draco stopped and looked down at her, then at the silvery scars along his stomach. He traced over them with his fingers. “They’re scars I got a long time ago,” he told her honestly.

“Uncle Harry has a scar. It still hurts him. Does your hurt too?”

It does when I think of your infuriating uncle, he wanted to say. “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” he said, quickly buttoning up his shirt. “But listen, Rhea. I know you love your uncle, but it’s best that you don’t talk about him anymore.”


He had to tread carefully. He didn’t want her to slip and say anything but he also didn’t want to scare her. And the last thing he wanted to bloody do was obliviate her. He’d avoid that at all cost.

“Daddy doesn’t have very nice friends and they don’t like your Uncle Harry. If they knew you liked him they would very mean to you.”

“If they are mean then why are they your friends?”

He sighed in defeat. “Well, they’re not exactly my friends….more like… co-workers…people I work with.”

“Like Uncle Ron and Harry?”

Salazar, grant him patience. “No, it’s a little different than that, so when we are in the presence of other,” he paused, rephrasing “When there are people besides me and you there, you mustn’t talk about your Uncle or Aunts, even in the Mano- er- the house.”

“How come?”

“Because it’s very important to keep them a secret. They have to be a secret here.”


Oh no. More questions. Did they ever end? “Because as I said earlier, people would not be happy about it. They’d be very nasty to you.”


That’s it? Just ok? “So they’re a secret.” he reiterated.

“I won’t talk about them. Only with you.”

“Good girl,” he smiled and finished dressing and helping her put on her shoes. Looking at her jeans and sweater, she reminded him so much of her mother, especially the curly mop of hair. He figured he should probably do something about that before going downstairs. His mother was already sure to have a conniption with what she was wearing, so he quickly magicked her hair into a messy bun. It wasn’t perfect but it would do. “Let’s get some breakfast.”

Narcissa Malfoy was already seated at the dining table when he shuttled Rhea into the room, though his father was notably absent. She didn’t look at her son when he entered, her eyes were firmly set on the little girl he was helping into the chair nearest to her.

“Oh, Draco.” He raised a brow at her soft tone and teary eyes. “She looks just like you. She’s beautiful.”

“Yes, well I did try to tell you last night. Though, I suppose the lighting is better here.”

She frowned at his snippy response but let it go, turning her complete attention to the girl looking around the room in wonderment. He realized that she probably hadn’t seen anything as big or fancy as the manor before.

“Rhea,” he said, sitting down beside her, “this is my mother, Narcissa, but you can call her-”

“Grand-mère.” His mother smiled brightly and reached out her hand, “It’s very nice to meet you, Rhea.”

She nodded and gently shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“How old are you?” she asked.

She held up four fingers. “I’m four. My next birthday I’ll be five.”

“And when is that, dear? Do you know?”

“June twenty-three.”

That was pretty damn close to his own birthday.

“Oh, that’s coming up soon. A couple of months.”

“Mummy says I’ll be a big girl.”

“Indeed you will,” the older witch agreed and began making the girl a plate herself, instead of relying on Tilly. “Do you prefer jam or butter?”

“Jam, please!”

Draco watched his mother smother a croissant with blackberry jam. It had been awhile since he’d seen her so attentive.

“Are you going to eat, daddy?”

He moved to grab his own pastry. “Of course.”

“There you are,” Narcissa motioned for Rhea to take a bite.

Her eyes widened as she chewed. “This is the best ever!” She exclaimed after swallowing. “Almost better than daddy’s scones.”

His mother just smiled and sipped her tea, watching the little girl eat her croissant and jam. For being so young and living with Potter of all people, she actually had decent table manners and always said please and thank you. He shouldn’t be that surprised though. Granger wasn’t rude, despite being raised by muggles. Obviously, even they’d had decent social protocol it seemed.

After they’d finished eating he decided that he needed to speak with his mother but was hesitant to do so in front of Rhea. He was equally as hesitant to let her out of his sight though. “Would you like to go outside?” he asked her, knowing he could keep an eye on her from the terrace.

“Yes, please!” She screeched excitedly.

He put on her coat from the night before and then led her out to the back patio overlooking the first garden. She bounded down the stairs and ran right up to a lilac bush, fingers lightly touching the tiny petals. “Flowers are pretty.”

“They are,” he agreed, coming to a stop behind her.

“Mummy gots me white flowers for my birthday. We made flower crowns with Aunt-” she paused and looked up at him and his mother, eyes widening as she remembered her promise, and started the sentence over. “We made flower crowns. Mummy looked really pretty. More pretty than the flowers.”

A vision of Hermione with long bouncy locks and a ring of calla lilies atop her head entered his mind and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. “I’m sure she was.”

“You think Mummy is pretty too?”

“Of course,” he insisted, “She’s the prettiest witch I know.”

His mother made an unflattering noise behind him but he ignored it.

“Next time we sees her, you have to tell her that.”

The thought of seeing her again made his stomach flutter. Merlin, he’d love to see her again, but the world and fate itself were cruel. “I promise. The next time I see your mum, I’ll tell her how pretty she is.”

“Good. She would like that.”

“I need to talk to your grand-mère now, so why don’t you go play in the gardens? Tilly will go with you.”

“I can play outside?” He nodded and a happy grin took up half of her face. “I never get to go outside long. It feels nice. And it’s bright and lots of colors are here.”

Now his mother made a noise of distress at the notion that her granddaughter had most likely spent all of her time inside, what she would assume to be, a brothel.

His heart clenched with the truth. Even the bastards that lived in whorehouses probably had more freedom than what his daughter had had.

“Yes. You can play outside. Just stay where I can see you.”

She didn’t answer, instead, she took off running, stray hair falling out of her bun behind her. Of all the things to inherit from her mother. No, he was rather fond of her hair, to be honest. Perfection was overrated.

“Little Miss!” Tilly called, chasing after her. “Wait for Tilly!”

He turned back towards the house and walked up the steps, following his mother until she stopped. Wistfully she looked out over the terrace and watched the girl frolic through the flowers, the elf only two steps behind her. “She’s wonderful, darling.”

“I’m glad you approve-” he began.

“But what in Merlin’s name is she wearing?” she asked with distaste.

Leave it to his mother to be concerned about that, not that he hadn’t already known. He was surprised it had taken her this long to comment. “Let us not forget where it is she came from.”

“Just because I know, doesn’t mean I’m still not startled by the lack of attire befitting a girl.”

“I give you free reign to dress her however you want, mother.”

“There was no question to that, dear.” She chuckled quietly. “Sometimes I feel the need to still dress you.”

“And what’s wrong with the way I dress?”

“Absolutely nothing. It’s just rather…drab, isn’t it?”

“I don’t suppose you’ve noticed but we are in still in a war. It’s not like we are hosting galas and going to Opera’s.”

“True,” she replied, “Though your complexion may look a bit better if you’d wear something other than black.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll make sure to add some green and blue to my wardrobe if it so pleases you.”

“It does.” She smiled, and he could tell how relaxed she’d become talking about something so simple as clothing. It had probably been a long time since she’d spoken so freely with anyone. It made him feel a bit guilty. Especially because he was about to make things uncomfortable again.

“I couldn’t help but notice father was nowhere to be seen.” He watched her mouth tighten.

“I wanted to meet her first before I spoke with him. I’m sure you understand how delicate this situation is.”

“I do. That is why I will let you handle him. It might come down to a duel if you left it up to me.”

“Why must you fight with your father, Draco?” She asked rather curtly.

“I don’t know,” he lied, “He irritates me on the best of days and is downright loathsome on the worst.”

“If this is about the Inner-”

“It’s not,” he insisted, “At least not on my part. He may be cross that I’ve outranked him, but I don’t let that get to my head. I’ve never goaded him over the fact.”

She sighed, no doubt upset that her husband and only son seemed to always be at odds and there was nothing she could do about it. “In any case, we must approach him cautiously with this news.”

He agreed and was quiet for a moment as he watched Rhea hiding from Tilly. The morning sun shone brightly on her blonde hair, making it almost glow as she jumped out from behind a rose bush. The elf actually smiled and chased the girl around the stone bench closest to them. The sound of Rhea’s angelic giggles drifted over to him and he lost his senses for a moment. Everything took on a dream like hue as he stood there, transfixed on the happy scene. Looking at her now, he could almost forget that they were in the middle of a war. He could almost forget that he was planning the fall of his lord. He could almost forget the sad cry she let out when she realized she was leaving the only life she’d ever known. He could almost tear tracks that had lined Hermione’s face as she walked away from them. He could almost forget that he’d only known this new love in his chest for 12 hours. He wished he could forget. Maybe then it would be easier to believe in the fairy tale that they’d be a family one day.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”

His mother broke him out of his thoughts. Obviously, he’d been quiet too long. “Can I speak freely?” She motioned for him to continue. “I’m worried,” he admitted. “I told her mother that she’d be safe with me, and part of me believes that. But are any of us truly safe?”


“I have to protect her,” his hand rubbed at the mark on his arm, hidden by his shirt, “I have to protect her from them, from all of this.”

“It isn’t as daunting of a task as you’d imagine.” She replied, patting his arm. “You’ve lucked out with her countenance. She is the spitting image of you so no one can question her paternity. The only thing we must keep information control over is the maternity. I can fake a birth certificate and I owled your cousin Irene this morning to see what we can do about naming a mother.”

He was left speechless. He knew his mother was clever and resourceful, but he hadn’t imagined she’d be so quick about this, or that she’d want to help. It still shocked him that she wasn’t angry with him. She even looked rather fond of Rhea, which was understandable because she was bloody adorable, but she was a half-blood. It was unthinkable that she’d be so accepting. Perhaps she was more like him, and less inclined to dismiss all those outside their pure-blood circle. “That was fast.”

“We have to get ahead of this, darling. You never know who will be sticking their nose in your business. You’re an important player in our Lord’s game. You don’t need me to tell you how dangerous that makes your life.”

“No, you certainly don’t.”

“Your father is our first hurdle, after that, you will need to focus on his group of friends, and yours. Eventually, you will have to introduce her to the Inner Circle.”

Fear shot up his spine at the thought, but he knew it was inevitable. “I’m aware.”

“You just continue doing what you’ve always done. You keep your back straight and have confidence in your abilities. The only one with any authority to do anything would be the Dark Lord. As long as we don’t make a great fuss about it, he should have no reason to question it further after we present him with proof.”

Circe, he hoped she was right. He didn’t want his daughter anywhere near the evil wizard.

“I guess we’ll just have to take it a step at a time.”

“It will be fine, Draco.”

“I hope you’re right, mother.” He clenched his jaw and swallowed down the dread that was quickly consuming him. “I hope you’re right.”

the thirty years war was like 400 years ago but you know who still holds a grudge? my dad. at least once a month he’s got to mention how we lutherans were killed in massive numbers by those damn catholics. i thought it was weird that he’s still on about this but my grandpa made a comment about it the other day, so im just imagining this anger has been passed down in my family for 400 years. out of all the things i inherit, this is the strangest.

Revelation 21:6-8

And He said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. I will give of the fountain of the water of life freely to him who thirsts. He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son. But the cowardly, unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.“

“Promise! Peksman! Mamatay man!” Sabay taas ang kanang kamay na parang nanunumpa. That is one of the funny things I remember in my Childhood days. It’s too easy to say a promise no? But due to the simplicity of saying a promise, maraming napapako. I’m one of those people who is guilty about it and I think everyone does. But you know what, there are lot of promises that God said and knows how to fulfill.

I remember a song that says,
“Pangako hindi kita iiwan
Pangakong di ko pababayaan
Pangako hindi ka na mag-iisa
Pangakong magmula ngayo'y tayong dalawa
Ang magkasama”
but here is the right deal, lahat ng yun sinabi na ng Panginoon. Kulang pa nga yan eh. Ganoon kadami ang pangako ni God.

There are 3,573 promises in the Bible. Nakakatuwa. Sa kinadami dami nito, we always choose to worry. The Only thing God can not do is to lie.

I’ll enumerate some of His promises so that it can bring you comfort. It is a must that we should know His promises because those are the things we should hold on to. So here we go!

“I’ll never leave you nor forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5
See, hinding hindi ka kayang iwan ng Panginoon at mas lalong di ka niya kayang pahirapan. Speaking of reality, tayo ang nang iiwan. He is always there for us even if we leave Him, He is always there. Minsan when we commit something wrong, nakakahiya ngang lumapit sa Kanya eh, but God is willing to accept us kahit pa na ang dumi dumi natin. Remember the prodigals’ son story? The way the father accepts his son even if the son committed something wrong. That’s how God accept us with wide arms open ready to be hugged.

“Nothing is too hard for the Lord.” Genesis 18:14
Walang mahirap. In fact, God wants you to pray what is really hard for you to fulfill. Wag munang ipag dasal na God will be with you kasi the reality says that God will always be there for you. Kung feeling mo, pabagsak ka na, pray the impossible. Kung feeling mo, di ka sasagutin ng nililigawan mo, pray the impossible. Nothing is too hard for Him even if the situation says it’s impossible.

“He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son.” Revelation 21:7
We are OVERCOMERS! Diba? This is so amazing. Ako, ikaw, tayo! We are all winners. If there are battles we are facing, ang sabi ni Lord “Tapos na yan, you already won. You already have the victory.” Sometimes the battle may knock us down but the war can be won. Battle is just a smaller picture while the war is the totality of it. Yep! In the end you will be victorious and inherits what God intended us to have.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11
Alam ni Lord ang plano ng buhay mo. Hindi ikaw ang may alam sa plano mg buhay mo. Those are two different things. God knows your past and even what is really happening now, but the greatest of it is that He already knows your future. Kalma ka lang. The promise says it all. His plans are for good. If you are reading this, wag kang mag worry. You have bright future indeed.

“Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household.” Acts 16:31
Jesus saves you and so does your family and the people around you. A lot of Christians have the same problem. How can they let their parents accept Jesus as their Saviour. The problem here is we are all lacking in actions. Yes we believe that He saves. Yes I am saved, but how about my parents and friends? Sometimes fullfilling a promise can be done by a third party which in this situation, God is calling you to be His mediator. Trust me, God will help you and that is one of His promises also.

See, these are some of His promises. Napakarami ng promises nya. Yet only few lang ang nasabi ko. Our God is our healer. Our God is our provider. He is our mighty refuge. The atmosphere changer. The lifter. The answer and He dwells inside of you.

One thing is for sure, God loves you so much that he died for you in the cross. John 3:16 says it all. A promise that was already been fulfilled. Mapalad ka. He died for you and me, or should I say US, leaving us all that He is really LOVE after all and that is an another promise.

anonymous asked:

yooo don't want to bother, but could you tell me any johnlock fanfics you can recommend? thank you!

Here’s a general list. The ones that are starred/have an * next to them are SUPER DUPER RECOMMENDED. All of these are amazing. Italicized are series. The two super duper recommended fics that have General Audiences ratings are depressing as fuck but they’re amazing

General Audiences:





13. Muse B is visiting Muse A in the hospital after Muse A gives birth.

Elphaba was a weak pile of sweaty flesh by the time it was over. The labor seemed to have gone on for a century though it was only really twelve hours. She had to look on the bright side there; it could have taken a full twenty-four.

She couldn’t look at her baby, though. If she did she’d see things she didn’t want to, like all of the things he’d inherited from the father he would never know. The man she’d allowed herself to love in place of the one she truly wanted.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of her hospital room and the last person she’d expected to see walked in. “Glinda? How did you know I was here?”

i can’t really understand people hating leicester city so much? a team whose value, even after almost doubling this season based solely on player performance is still only a quarter of the value of other title contenders (barring tottenham) and other big money teams who have struggled this season. I think it is truly amazing and exciting that in a day and age where modern football is so often determined by how much money you spend that ranieri can take a team of underdogs, a team that was promoted two years ago and just avoided relgation a season ago; a team of players who just a year or two before were playing in second and third division leagues and bring them together to become practically unstoppable. It’s proof that even now it takes more than money and a business model to build a team of champions and that’s an idea I strongly support.

Blitzklinge || Closed


Kadia shared many traits with Kakashi. Her time keeping, fascination with reading and even the unruly silver hair were all things she had inherited from the older Hatake. One traits that came out of nowhere were the pale green eyes that shone along side her sweet and caring nature. 

She tended to walk around with a book in her hand most days and today was no exception. Normally this would of been a normal thing to do, however unlike her father Kadia had a bad habit of being awfully clumsy. It was this trait of hers that had her mumbling apologies to the villagers she accidentally knocked into as she walked through the village‘s centre, her eyes trailing the words of the medical text book in her hands.

As she came into contact she mumbled another apology without glancing up to see who it was. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking-”