"As I wait for you you know I still love you." the teacher's aid's voice rang out "Who can tell
me what that mean? Anyone? Natasha, tell me what that means." Natasha rose her head and yawned slightly
"It means that the charater loves the one that they're talking to that they'll wait for them even in death." she said and gathered up her books and waited for the bell to ring in the collage lecture room. Natasha was olny five then, and she continued to baffle the world's greatest minds with ehr knoloage. She was Natasha Veril, a multibillion heiress to the Veril's fortune, since her mother didn't have any siblings, or any other children. She had firey red hair and icey blue eyes, not very common in the human race, but it was very rare in the fairy race that she had decended from. She was part centaur, part elf, and part sprite. She didn't know it of course, because she is searching for her mother and father even as we speek. She had on every news channle on the web on every moment of the day, that was how she knew what was going on in her world. She searched all over the world but couldn't find them, that is until one of her leads wasn't a dead end. And that's where we start our little story.

"Are you sure that this one won't take to long? I want to get back home and check." Natasha said to her always with her manservant: Shamus.
"Yes I'm sure Natasha, this one is for sure." shamus said and looked around. A waiter came up to their table and smiled a cheesy smile.
"What can i get for you today?" he asked and took out a note pad.
"Sit down you fool, you're embarrasing me. You're clearly not a waiter, hand made loafers, way too much oil in your hair, an expensive sute, you're clearly my tie. A dirty apron makes not a waiter."Natasha said and yawned slightly. The man sat down eyeing Shamus. "Don't worry about him, all he has is a few weapons that he dosen't use that often. And even if he were unarmed, you still would be dead within minutes, Shamus can use his hands as weapons too." Natasha smirked slightly and shamus blushed slightly under his shaggy black hair. Shamus was of the Omaly clan ahd the omaly clan and the Veril clan had been protecting eachother for generations. Once a Veril was born, an Omaly was placed with them, boom, until death came to either one of them. He was with Natasha ever since they were todlers. Shamus had surpassed the training accamy when he was olny five and was paired with Natasha, just because they were close to age and they had actualy had some what of a friendship when they were young. Natasha had gotten through highschool when she was three so she had been well enough taught that she had to go to a private school to get her doctorates degree in almost every subject there was. She had given every school consulor a mental break down because of how she worked, she had the strongest will of anyone in the world, and when she decided seh wanted something she would get it herself and make sure that no one would help her get it in the process.