I\'m one of the old ones.
Could I find her? Sure, but she didn\'t wish to be found..
Worse than gone, my link with her was buried beneath layers of unicorn enchantment.
Excited by the prospect of free-flowing blood and the crusty stench of battle, I searched for her, but she was gone.
We need a nice juicy assignment to get things back on track, a mission worthy of our skill.
The place within me where I feel her energy is often empty.
She never used to mind being the only unicorn, but she\'s grown silent, withdrawn.
While I find peace within the Circle, Dorcha becomes restive.
I never mean to stay long, but the years have a way of slipping by.
When I want a break from everything, Dorcha-my bondmate-and I bide with the Circle of Assassins.
The thrill of ending someone never gets old, no matter how unbalanced the contest.
So were they when I stopped their puny, pathetic hearts.
I\'m immortal, and their petty attempts were laughable.
What a pack of fools.
Mortals have hung me, burned me, staked me out, and left me to die.
I\'ve been called sorceress, witch, and far worse.
I\'ve lived many lives, done many things.
I\'m one of the old ones
