She lost her parents at a very tender age. Left to be trained by her grandfather.
 After they are mysteriously murdered by an unknown culprit.
Trauma haunts her for eight years, life becomes more and more unbearable to the point she becomes emotionless.
Things become more weirder and weirder. A photo of a missing dad, a blue hair, water turning to ice in school, and a school boy with an unknown history. What more could she ask for? Well, there was more coming for her.
What happens when she is attacked by a demon from nowhere?
And what is this I hear? 
A blue blood?

Mysteries: Legend of the bluebloods

 "I'm afraid not." Guest says, getting in front of us all as Trigon attempts to grab me. The grip Holden has around my waist tightens. 


"And who are you?" Trigon asks tilting his head to the side. 


I stay in place, partly because I was too weak to even move. 


"Just follow me as quietly as you can okay? Guest can keep him distracted." Holden whispers into my ears. I don't dare turn my gaze from Trigon. I shake my head slowly, "I'll try." I rasp. 


"I have sworn an oath..." Guest began, and I feel a light touch around my waist, urging me to move silently backwards. And I obliged. 


 Holding my breath, I signal Jax to hide; which he does. We succeed and are able to retrace our steps silently to the kitchen. 


"There's a backdoor here." Holden says, grabbing a bag pack and stuffing some food, snacks and the necessities we could need. Those that were available. 


Bad memories