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January 21, 1996
Winter in the city of lights was always something to behold. The snow blanketed the city in a glitter of white, giving an ethereal quality of a human fairy story that could never really be matched anywhere else.
But it was not beauty or fairy stories that she was observing now.
No, it was the one called Goliath, and his two companions, residing in the skiff that was gliding down the Seine.
From her perch atop one of the buildings that dotted the left bank, she could observe them, but they could not see her. Heading towards Our Lady Of Paris.
She remembered Goliath from when she was but merely a hatchling and he was a lanky youth just growing into his wings.
That was a lifetime ago.
Before
Before she found herself following his mate who called herself Demona.
Who called her the little one.
Before she danced across time and the channel.
Before she took the name of Jeanne.
Before she met her mate Geoffery.
Before she lost everything again.
Because of the betrayal that still stung her soul.
Afterward finding herself dancing across time and space again. This time finding herself in the nineteen eighties in search of the hatchlings and eggs she was sworn to protect. About two years ago she’d received word that the castle was above the clouds. Would he even recognize her as the old woman that she is now? She thinks,probably not.
“Jeanne?” She turned to find Svenn behind her. “ Keep watch on them, but don’t get involved or allow yourself to be seen.” She sighed to herself they’d observed Demona in the third adossement getting involved with Macbeth in some human form as Dominique Destine. From what intel she had gathered from her sources, Puck had given her some sort of transformation spell as a gift. And she was running a company known as Nightstone Unlimited, with a mysterious partner she suspected might be a clone.
“And the hatchlings?” he added. Yes, the hatchlings. She pondered for a moment on what to do. She certainly didn’t need them getting caught in the crossfire.
“ Tell Annalise to send them to the mountains , we don’t need them winding up in the crossfire if this goes south.” Because it always went south when it came to Demona or Goliaths clans, and good people got hurt or killed in thier stupid battles. She shook away the memories.
“And you?” She turned back to Svenn.
“Go and I will follow, but first I’ve a call to make.” She watches as Svenn takes off, before gliding to another building. After she lands she takes out the device and dials the familiar number of Into The Mystic.
“Hello Una, It’s Jeanne. Remember what I said about Goliath? Well they're on the move so be ready.”