Sagevsal Adaven

A secret left untold, for a past to unfold.

Of two parents is one borne. These circumstances do not change. Yet of both is something made. Whether wholly different of frighteningly similar, it is made. This simple product of two is the focus of a new story. The story of ones life.

The first product is that of a woman. Ainrofilac Adaven was the name to given one of beauty, grace, and majesty. Her presence alone demanded respect yet by this touch was a kind hand offered. Hers was not respect of power, hers was a respect of admiration. One truly seated in her place for her will is that which any will succumb. Though her blood is that of the sidhe, it was not that which gave her power. it was her heart alone.

The second part is that of a man. Dominic Viscotti was a man of physical stature. Not bearing the inherit supernatural strengths his wife employed, Dominic kept by physical strength. his was a hard earned strength. One of war and struggle.

From both these parts, a third would be born. An infant girl named Sagevsal. Her life would be in part as all lives. The tenderness of a mother lost to her at the age of five. yet it would not only be her mother lost but her heritage. Sage, as often she would be called, would not be told of her lifeline. It was life itself which showed her that. Traits unknown to her shown through. her hair slowly turning to red. The color sliding down her hair like a fire consumes wood. Her eyes turn to a myriad of colors while those of others remained a constant single tint. The normal rounded ears of her father not found in her. her own narrowing to a point and reflecting the birthright of her mother.

From her father she learned some degree of fighting. Yet his malicious demeanor would bleed into this girl. Seeping into her being and shadowing bright innocence with the dark thoughts of an adult. For this, the seelie court which she was granted a part of by birth was hidden from her. They would not see her for this, only the traits of a father and they be denied.

As a being of life, small benchmarks are often found. As with this girl, her eighteenth birthday heralded a new milestone. This would be the day her father told her more. Explaining her life and her past in some degree of depth. A heritage lost and a life unknown were painted upon the canvas of the girl's mind. So many questions answered yet more given. The foremost of a girl. One named Catherina Gia Viscotti.... this name would be that of a half sister never known. Four years older than Sage, she had been away for a life untold. Though with his revelation, a rule was lain. That Sage not seek out this girl until 3 years pass. on the night of her 21st Birthday.

Sage, know laden with new knowledge left that night to find an unknown sister. Bearing only a name and a dream of someone never met. She left to find this girl and in part, herself. It would be three years of wandering. three years passing, learning of the world and it's ways. Three years alone. To this night, she finds herself newly twenty-one years of age. This night, she finds more of herself than she ever knew...