Zenith watched the girl with wondering eyes, it was her, he was sure it was her. She looked like her, sounded like her, even had the birth maker under her left eye like her and her hair was snow white, just like hers. Yet again, he doubted it was her, she looked younger than Danny slightly shorter even. Plus, she was holding a dragger at him, Danny would never do that.
This Danny looked frightened of him, like she wanted to escape him and run wherever the wind went, Danny would never do that. Then again, he was sure it was her; she'd given the same reaction she always gave whenever his hand brushed his hair—her back softened, and her eyes dazzled and smiled.
But… she didn't know him.
"Now answer me. Who are you?" she asked again, this time shaking the dagger at his face to get he's attention. He looked at her, stayed silent for a while then answered. "No one."
