"Who am I? And what did I do to Lirian?" Lirian mused after his laughter came to an end.
"What's the matter Anya, after all I've told you about myself, why is it that you can't recognise that this is the real me?" Lirian's words were filled with power as they reached the ears of everyone present, but no one seemed to believe that the person before their eyes was Lirian.
To them it was simply impossible, how could a brat be so frightening, to them the only possibility was that something possessed his body, however amongst them only Anya seemed to believe that the person before her eyes was Lirian.
She knew him better than anyone else and he had shared many of his stories with her about the person he was, while Lirian's current aura held an absolute sacredness to it that didn't match with his stories, the voices she could hear and the savagery in his eyes fit perfectly with the descriptions.
