"Sorry, do you need something?" some guy asked

"Blades. Now." I snapped

"Be polite" a woman came up scolding me, I looked her in the eye, defiantly.

"I don't think we've been introduced" I said slowly with a air of confidence, acting like I was higher than them. "What's you name, bitch" I snapped when she didn't answer.

"Don't speak to my mom that way" a little girl who looked about seven said

"Zoey" her mother chilled, as I knelt next to the kid, my gaze softening.

"Zoey, is it?" I asked

"Yep. That's my name" she said matching my defiance

"You got spunk, kid." I said, voice low

"It's Zoey, not kid!" she retorted, the woman looked at me in fear, scared of what I might do to her child.

"Here" I said holding out my knife "this is Zora" I introduced, "Zora means dawn. Can you guess why I named my blade Zora?" I asked the tiny girl

"No." she said eyes full of curiosity "Why?" she asked

"On a red dawn, this blade was made and it shall be stained with the red of your enemies" I recited what my father said to me when he gave me Zora "My dad gave this to me before he died" I informed her "I need more good blades so I can fight. Do you understand?" I asked and she ran off, hopefully to the weapons room.

"Are... are you... Shadow?" the man asked me shakily

"Shadow?!" the woman laughed "Her!?"

"Chris's daughter" the man replied

"Yes" I slowly breathed out"