Silver was walking through corridors of the headquarter, hardly paying any attention to others, whether they were bowing or giving him angry stares. He was bitter he had to stay put for days now. He wasn't tired! He was ready to take a new mission!

And speaking of missions, this one would surely leave a stain on his reputation. It was messed up! He wasn't able to successfully finish it! It didn't matter if it was because of somebody else since he led that team. He loudly snorted, startling the people around him.

His steps took him toward an outdoor cafe that was part of the complex. Yes, it might sound strange, but The Order made sure to take good care of its employees. It wasn't just a place to relax but exchange experience and knowledge among agents.

His amber eyes were looking for Gold since she liked to visit this place a lot. He soon found her in the company of Amy. He frowned, making a big step forward, but he stopped. He once more looked around.

There was nothing strange on white round tables with four chairs or big red umbrellas above them. The waters and waitress were normal employees too, though not field agents they still had an insight into The Order, and they often gather information from inside. It might sound strange, but such a big organization always attracted troublemakers, and some agents turned into renegades.

It wasn't that place that stopped him, but the sight on both girls. He could see Gold's face was tired, but there was a big smile on it. Amy must have told her something funny as she laughed a bit. The wind carried the ringing sound to his ears, and they twitched a bit.

His fist balled, and he strongly gnawed on his lip. He was angry at Eclipse, but he was furious at himself. The only reason Gold couldn't accompany him on this mission or the three he had prior this one was because of his stupid mistake. He turned away, but he couldn't stop the memories of that accident to appear in his mind.

The mission was proceeding smoothly, so much it made him bored. He stopped paying any attention to his surroundings, and his partner Gold was attacked in the middle of her scanning. It wasn't a big injury, but she was shaken.

He knew very well it always caused her a big migraine, and she wasn't able to see the past for at least a month. He naturally crushed the small black and red creature that attacked her without hesitation. Normally, that would be a good thing, but their objective was to capture it for further research.

He shook his head, shooing it away. 'A few free days, huh?' he reminded to himself. 'I could use them for my research!' His mood got a bit better, however, he realized one big truth. His failure compared to Eclipse's one was much bigger. He might have voiced his suspicion about the demon being a spy, but that was more for masking his own frustration.

There still wasn't any sign of leaked information or secrets, not to mention Eclipse or Amy had no access to inner archives. He sighed, heading toward the library. He hoped that would clear his mind.

Silver's head jerked as he woke up from his dream. 'What-?' He squinted and checked the window, The scenery was still moving, so it meant they haven't arrived yet. In that case, they would be wake up by the conductor.

He rubbed his eyes, glancing at Amy. Eclipse was sleeping on her lap. 'How cute,' he thought sarcastically. He stretched his body a bit and headed out to get something to eat as the train had a dining place.

When Silver was gone, Amy's eyebrow twitched. She was also dreaming about distant past she had forgotten for a long time.

She was again four years old, and her mother took her to a graveyard. Amy had no idea who they were visiting, but Adeline told her to wait for her at the beginning of a line of tombstones. Naturally, she got quickly bored, so she explored a bit.

She was humming a simple melody, jumping from one leg to another with spread arms. At this early hour, the sacred ground was empty, so there was nobody to complain about it. She continued to play, getting further from her post. Her attention was grabbed by a rustling bush.

She stopped skipping and came closer. She hoped it was a small and cute animal to pet. Without much thoughts, she offered it her snack. "Hi, do you want a cookie?" she asked with a bright smile.

"A cookie?" the voice from the bush asked her.

It surprised her, but she wasn't scared. She got on all fours, and her blue eyes saw two shining dots hidden behind leaves. "Yes, they are delicious! I have made them with my mom!" She put it closer, and a quick hand grabbed it. Amy jerked a bit, but a smile soon appeared on her face as she heard crunching sounds. "Do you like it?"

"It's good!" exclaimed the voice. "I never had something so sweet!"

"I'm so glad!" She stood on all fours. "My name is Amy. What is your name?"

"My name is Ec-"

"Amy!" A loud shrieked interrupted them, and Amy looked at her dashing mother.

"--lipse," the voice said.

Amy stood up, waving at her mother. However, her smile was gone as she noticed Adeline was angry at her. The woman quickly lifted her, putting Amy's head over her shoulder. "Where were you? I have got worried!" she angrily asked, leaving.

"I'm sorry, mom, but I have found a friend!" her daughter protested. "Can I...?"

"There is no friend!" Adeline cut her quickly. The faster they would leave this place the better.

"But I---" Amy still tried to explain it to her.

"No!" she merely barked with tears in her eyes. They no longer could stay in this village.

Naturally, Amy had no idea what was swirling in her mother's head. She only peeked over her shoulder, seeing a small head peered through the bush.

Amy's body jerked as he abruptly woke up. Her head spun for a moment as the dream full of memories started to fade away. However, one word remained in her mind. Her eyes trailed down, stopping at sleeping demon.

"Ec... lipse," she silently spoke.

Her voice alerted him, and he sluggishly got up. With one hand he started to rub his eyes. He was having a nice time resting on her lap. "What it is, Amy?" he sleepily asked.

"Did you," she started with uncertainty in her voice, "spoke with a human before you met me?"

Eclipse's brain still wasn't fully working, so he yawned before asking, "Should I?" He had no idea why she was having such a question.

"Was it a girl who gave you a cookie?"

His yellow eyes widen. The flashes of a few memories hit him. Not all of them were sweet though. When he was really young, he sneaked out of Hell to show his seniors he was a proper demon. However that place was full of smells, so he got scared and hid in a bush.

Soon enough a small girl approached him and gave him a cookie. He had no time to meet this mortal more closely as she was dragged away by a taller person. After this event, he soon returned home, and his older brother Sirius found out about this trip. It was the first time he saw him furious.

Sirius wasn't shouting, but his eyes were piercing him. Eclipse was so scared of him, he accidentally babbled out he told this child his name. That resulted in a very long lecture about demon's names and the nature of mortals. Since that time, Eclipse swore to never reveal his name to anyone.

"How," he slowly started, "do you know?" Until she asked he had forgotten about this a long time ago.

Amy's eyes turned watery, and she covered her mouth with fingers to hid her trembling lips. "I know... because..." The tears started to fall from her blue eyes. "I was that girl," she silently added.

A strange feeling filled Eclipse's body. It made him excited but also unsure. It was a strange mix. 'Is that why...' he scratched on his cheek, 'her smell, when I met her in Rosemary City, was so familiar to me?' He watched Amy to clean her eyes from tears.

"Enough of the chit-chat," rebuked them grumpy Silver, standing in the doorway. "Start packing, we're at our destination."

"Good evening to you too, Mister Sunshine," Amy greeted him with a big smile.

Angry veins popped on Silver's forehead. "Just don't freeze like last time, Miss Naive."

"It sure is a pleasant surprise not to hear you growling," Amy had no intention to get depressed. However, his remark hurt her, but that only strengthened her resolve to show him her real strength.

A second angry vein popped up on psychic's forehead. He saw she hadn't lost a bit of her cheekiness. He let this be as the mission had top priority, and he wasn't excited to get a headache.

On a far away place in one ring-powered caravan was a white furred woman tossing on her bed. Her dream was plagued by voices of her ancestors.

"This is your role," said one voice.

"This is why you have been born."

"There is no other way."

"The future had been seen."

She was standing in absolute darkness, blocking her ears in vain. Her simple night robe was soaked with sweat, and her legs were carrying her away. It didn't matter where just far from this place. The woman had to stop since in front of her appeared a figure in a colorful cloak. Only a lower part of her face was seen.

"Grandma," the woman shouted, pressing her hands on her head harder.

"It has to be carried," her grandmother spoke. "This is your fate!"

"I have enough!" the other person shouted, turning away and running.

The figure of her grandmother started to appear all around like a ghastly figure. "That was the only reason you have been born."

The woman yelled, trying to drown all the voices. However. All of them spoke at once, "That is your purpose!"

The woman jerked her body with a deafening shriek. Her heart was loudly beating, almost breaking her ribs from inside. She ignored her soaked clothes, and wobbly left the bed, stumbling outside.

She almost fell from the three steps that lead to her moving home as he quickly exited. She hardly made five steps when she collapsed into the wet grass. Her breathing was fast and sharp. Her body was drained of all energy. She bit her lip and shouted toward the sky, "Ever heard of personal space?" That one yell caused her to cough as her mouth was dry.

"Dang it," she silently cursed. "I hate this!" She shut her eyes and slowly got on her weak legs. She hugged herself feeling the colder wind on her bare skin. Her robe consisted of turban around her head and a short tank top and harem pants. Neither was fancy as she had hardly any money for better clothes.

She slowly approached her red caravan. The paint was peeled in many places, and the wheels needed to be exchanged three years ago. The two windows it had provided minimal illumination, but she didn't mind. She could see well in darkness. Not to mention, this way nobody could easily see inside.

She stopped at the door glancing a deep cut in the wood. It was done by her mother more than ten years ago when she was fourteen. At that time she was happy she had grown up a bit, and she wished to be tall with long legs. Her childhood wasn't always about untroubled times, but she loved her small family.

This caravan was a home for her, her mother and grandmother as long as she could remember. However, that all changed a few days later when a group of men attacked them. Her race was never welcomed, and they were hated for it. She never understood it as a child, but that's how it always was.

She shivered as the last memory of her mother resurfaced. With her mother, she visited that town to earn money. They never had any intention to steal anything, but they were accused of doing so. No matter how much they protested, nobody believed them, and they were chased away.

On their run, they hid in an old house. The crowd soon found them, and it seemed they would kill them. Her mother handed her a small package she was always carrying around. It was holding an important book-sized box that was passed down from generation to generation.

The child pleaded her mother to stay with her, but the woman pushed her out of the house into the wild river under it with the words, "Protect that package! That is only one reason for your birth! Don't ever forget it!" At that time her mother's face was twisted with anger.

As the torrent took her away, she saw the house caught on fire, and a woman's scream reached her. That day she was confused and lost. The river took her to safety, and she rejoined with her grandmother.

Since that day her grandmother beat her whenever she saw her crying. She was yelled at and forced to keep a stone face. She hated this, and she thought about running away, but she had never found the courage to do so. Once she turned sixteen, her grandmother told her more about their family history.

The truth disgusted her, but thanks to that harsh training, her face remained expressionless. The reason she had never met her father was because no woman in her family married one. They always used their tarot cards to find the ideal man, and once they confirmed they were pregnant, they left them. Not just that, the child was always a girl.

The family heirloom was also full of mystery, and it had to be protected and passed to next generation at all costs. Her grandmother made sure to beat it into her brain when she tried to break that box.

Now she was an adult, and free from her grandmother's strict teaching as he had passed years ago. Until her last breath, she kept lecturing her about their mission and urged her to find the right man to create an offspring. Naturally, she promised all of it just to shut her dying grandmother. She had no intention of doing so. Sleeping with some man just to continue her bloodline was sickening her.

She shivered and returned to her caravan, closing the door. She was now fully awake, so going back to bed had no meaning. Not to mention, it was soaked from the sweat too. She quickly changed her clothes and put the bedding outside to air it out. Then she opened windows, and as she looked outside, she glanced over the green pains at the horizon. This land was peaceful.

She would probably enjoy the view for a bit longer when silent sounds caught her interest. She walked to a small basket in the other corner and picked a slowly waking up baby.

"What up little one, can't sleep too?" She sang it a lullaby she learned from her mother, and the child soon fell asleep. "What a cute gift you are," she added at the end, kissing its forehead, and she returned it back to the small bed. This child wasn't her but her companion's one.

However, the child's mother was supposed to return at the dawn, so it was her task to take care of it. She found quite a few things they shared. They were loved by their mothers, or at least, she tried to think that way even after the cruel truth. Their father had no idea they even existed.

What more, she was sure if this child's father learned the truth he might try to kill it. She also didn't care about her other parent. The hardly shared any bond. In the end, it was better this way. The woman sighed and opened a small drawer, taking out her tarot cards. She used them to make money foretelling future.

She was skilled with them. They always told her what she needed to know or tell to a customer. From time to time she had to twist the meaning a bit to ease the pain it brought. However, she never lied and fabricated her divination. She was professional, not some fake thug.

She was asking the cards about the future for the third time now, but they refused to reveal a thing. That never meant anything good. Her face darkened. "Come on, tell me about my husband," she whispered toward the laying cards and tried it for the fourth time. In her mind, she did her best to voice her excitement for the next heir of their family tradition.

Unfortunately, the cards knew it was faked. She hated the thought to give birth just for some stupid mission her ancestors took upon themselves. She rubbed her eyes, putting the cards back into the small box. Not even seventh try brought her any luck.

She returned to the caravan tired, but she knew she wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyway, so she prepared a small very early breakfast. 'If that supposed husband won't be cute I'll kick his butt,' she resorted in her mind. If nothing else, she wished to pass memories of him to her future daughter.