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With power so incredibly strong, And courage that will never go wrong, She'll rise above the darkest, To show who is truly the brightest. The only person that holds the key, Is the Mistress who can see, The problem with the cold heart, That lies as if it's an art. May it be so very true, That her love never goes past due, All her people keep her near, Like a precious jewel they hold so dear. Build your abilities higher, As if it's a raging fire She holds the elements in her hand, To keep an eye upon this land. Holding her bow tall and great, With arrows pulled so very straight, To meet the sharp tip of each, Into the heart

    She sat there alone, forgotten, broken in her little cold room.  She was living with many other's in an old, abandoned park that had something to do with the circus. Wrapping herself with a ripped blanket, she gripped a little poster that gave her hope every day. It was a very simple photo of a forgotten show of acrobats that once was, but the thing that had always caught her eye was the small boy who looked happy in his loving family. In big bold letters on the top read the "Flying Graysons". Yes, she knew the story of the poor boy who lost his parents . "Just like me." She whispered. But someone had came an

Prologue She ran her hand across the ice cold skin of the frozen General. He had been stalking her for months. Watching. Waiting. The perfect moment had never come, and he needed to capture her before she left Venice. Unfortunately, his lack of patience cost him his life.    Lightly pressing her cheek to his, she whispered, "Never underestimate me."    With a quick move of her hand, the General shattered like glass on cement. The only thing left of him and the 14 other soldiers that attacked her were ice pebbles on the ground that would soon thaw and disappear, along with the evidence she was ever there.    Lifting her hood over her head,