I write sins [apollo]

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Warsaw, Poland, that is where Liam had been deployed to take care of a problem. There was an eruption of gunfire upon the crowd that had gathered just outside of Old Town Market where there had been some political unrest. Liam's handlers had been contacted and a hefty sum was paid to have his services rendered. Goggles down on his face, he was armed to the teeth as he sped through the streets to his destination, much of his weaponry hidden on his person. He was the cause of the eruption of the gunfire, his rifle locking shot after shot into the crowd of people. The blood, the screams, all of the smells of chaos were music to his ears. He tilted his muzzled face upwards as he swung the rifle over his shoulder, he pulled a pair of handguns, emptying clip after clip into the crowds. He spun to see a cop pull his own weapon and try to fire. Liam spun sideways, avoiding the bullet as he then put one right through the cops neck. He listened with glee as the man choked and drowned on his own blood.

The bodies littered the ground, most giving their death moans as he walked through the river of blood. Nearly thirty people dead, many had fled and those that had stayed, well they were now the subject of his bullets and knives. Liam knelt down to pick up one of the survivors by the tuft of their hair. “P-p-p-please.... spare me!” The begging didn't even reach Liam's cold heart. He drew his hunting knife and slit the begging woman's throat. He wiped the blade off before throwing his leg over the side of his motorcycle and speeding off as helicopters started to circle over head. He could easily loose them on the motorcycle as opposed to being in a car. He could weave in and out and get in places that cars couldn't. The sound of the engine roaring to life as he sped out of town to meet his drop. The next country over was where he was headed. Ukraine. Kiev was his destination. He stopped briefly, killing a boarder guard before moving on before anyone else had seen him. His motorcycle was the only sound in the desolate country of Ukraine. The air was cold as he rode through the mountainous regions. It wasn't quite time for snow in this place, but the end of October meant it was getting close to the first snowfall.

The rain had started. Liam normally didn't mind the rain. At times when he was younger, he had been chained in the pen outside, left to the elements. But the biting cold wind and the rain combined with the speed at which he was going, it felt as if he was getting hit by a spray of machine gun of ice. Liam pulled up to this crappy little motel and used the key that he had been given. The place smelled dank, and slightly of mildew. This place was totally gross. Even by Liam's standards it was nothing less than gross, but it was better than some of the places that he had slept in. At one point Liam had to wait for a week in a cardboard box with nothing but a tarp and a few protein bars. This was paradise compared to that. The hotel keeper didn't even look twice at Liam, a scared look as he scurried away, possibly to his family as Liam wandered over to the office door. Stepping to the side and using the key to unlock something that was hard for other people to understand what they were looking at. There was a small electric device. Liam clicked it on and replaced the wooden drop panel. His stomach growled as he looked through the bag stashed in the panel that he had previously grabbed. Liam dug through it with a note that he'd be left to his own devices for the next day or two. Liam shoved the bag into the backpack and headed into the proper city of Kiev.

It was quite early in the morning, but Liam knew where he could get something to eat and people wouldn't ask too many questions. The farmer's market was bustling and opened up early. There was much talk amongst the gossiping women who were clucking about like hens as he purchased a few goods, some meat and vegetables, some water, he would have enough to make sure he was provided for the next few days. Now the only thing that he had a problem with was getting this damnedable muzzle off. He had only ever acomplished it one time before and was beaten within an inch of his life for removing it. But he would have to if he was going to be on his own. He had to eat. Though if he were to be honest he had gone a few days without eating before.

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It wasn't other common morning for the god of the Start that gave life to the small third planet in the solar system... well that particular small solar system. there were so many planets in so many solar systems, in even so much more galaxies, still the gods were interested on that thrid planet. It was beautiful, a beautiful place to live, to love and to die, as the good life chain dictates. Everyone had to be attached to that chain, and no matter what you did or who you were, you had to follow the ancient rules and let it happen.

Apollo smiled saddly as he looked at the horizon, that was the reason why his son Asclepius had been scolded, because he had the power to give life even when the body had died, he could bring it back to life. Well, now he was a god, but also attached to the ancient rules too. He was laying on his leathed seat inside his car, it was a beautiful car, brand new and in a golden color. Apollo had just forotten what brand was it, he had othe things in mind. His father had just found him the other day and told him about a guy that was Mars' and his legacy.

At first Apollo thought his father was joking, who would growl at him? But then he assured him that the boy was related to him. In that moment Apollo felt really curious about this muzzled guy that had growled at his father. He wanted to know how it was possible he had a legacy and he didn't know about it. Maybe he was a legacy under generations of mortal blood... but he had Mars blood and his blood... even under generations of mortal blood, it wasn't possible to hide a legacy from gods so well. And if it was hidden from them... how and why? who did it?

So he sat again straight on the seat and started the engine and drove as any other mortal to the place where he had seen the muzzled boy going into. He parked his car in front of it and looked around. It was a horrible place, it was the worst place he had seen! Well, no, he had seen worse. He knew people would try to steal his car, well... let them have it, he would get a new one by snapping his fingers, so why not. He walked up stairs and was about to break in, but then he thought it would be better to wait outside. He didn't know this gy, he didn't know how had he been trained and he didn't want to upset him before knowing him. Maybe he wold just knock at the door and wait for the guy to open the door. No... he would wait inside... he wanted to see the room, his stuff... that would tell him more about him.

So he walked into the room, he used his power to get in and looked around, he was suprised about the stuff he saw in there, not that his kin hadn't been snipers or assassins before, but this guy was... different.

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After having a talk with Miyuki, he had learned that he had ran afoul the king of the gods. Ha. The man might have been immortal but he'd take a bullet just the same as anyone else. He might not die from it, but he'd at least be in some pain. He didn't care if he was the king of the gods. They had rules to follow. Liam had his own rules as well. There was no place for emotion, no time for sympathy or empathy. There was no place for joy or complacency. There was only ever the kill. The next pay check for his handlers. Any kill that ended well was a good kill. One where the target didn't get up. There was no love, no joy. Liam shook his head as he was stopped at a stop light. He sat back on the top of his motorcycle, the black and chrome look was perfect for stealth. This wasn't one of those loud and obnoxious red neck harley's, not that Liam didn't have one of those as well, but this one was more for his purpose. It had a low purr instead of a ferocious roar. Those were what really fueled his adrenaline.

He purchased some food, placing it in his back pack before throwing his leg over the bike once more. It came to life, purring as he urged it to go faster, speeding down the streets. It seemed that all of a sudden all of these gods were coming out of the woodworks. Liam had nothing to say for it. The gods were like him, nothing. His handlers had only spoke briefly to him about them when he was younger, telling him they were nothing. As he believed them about so many other things, he believed them about this. Liam returned back to the motel, looking around as he marked his exits. There was a need to always have an escape. A way to get out to insure the mission's success. Never had he been compromised before. He didn't intend on letting his record become tarnished. Over three hundred kills he had made, though after tonight's mission, it would be more. There had at least been twenty to add to his record out of the forty or so people that had been there. He swept the corners, assessing every bit of the situation that lay before him.

Liam checked his corners before he opened up the door. However he wasn't expecting someone to be inside. His hand was a blur as he pulled one of his knives, throwing it with blinding speed at whomever was sitting inside the room with him. He had been told to not expect anyone for a few days. This man, whomever he was, was a threat. He was not about to get another blatent beating for being careless. Only once and never again. Liam had a wild and pained look in his eyes as he growled at the man. Pulling another knife from his boot, to throw, or stab, which ever he had deemed nessicary. But it was the man's eyes that made him hesitate. They were familiar. They looked familiar but he didn't know why.

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Sitting in that room he wondered how did that boy was like, who would have had kept him away from his sight, there is no way to hide from the sun! no one can... unless you are in tartarus... well that would be an option, but he would have had to ask to Pluto or Mors about it... No.... they would have told him, he knew that they wouldn't have hidden that to him... would they? If the kid was an assassin as the room and stuff indicated, then Mors or at least his butterflies would know about his job... that was for sure!

He was still thinking about it when a tall guy wearing leather and a muzzle walked into the room. Apollo had plenty of time to look at him, to check every side and every wrinkle, not only in his clothes but also in those eyes, he could see the pain that those eyes reflected, it wasn't just the pain of being a life taker, but also to be someone that had never seen the light, that had been kept in the shadows for a very long time, The eyes of someone living in tartarus... on Earth.

It was and at the same time wasn't a surprise when the guy threw that first knife at him, he saw the blad all of it, the design, Well it was beautiful, but Mars would know better, much better about it. Apollo decided to grab the knife with his hand milimeters before it would pierce his body, and he did, but the sharp blade not only made a clean cut on his suit, but also made a slight cut in his skin. It had been an amazing throw, he was both amazed and petrified. "Did he just... growled at me?"

He smirked after that thought and then got up still holding the knife in his hand. "This is a nice blade, and the way you threw it is an art, not a single mistake at the momentum or the strength." he said and then walked to the window, there he sat on the mark and then threw the blade to the wall next to the bed, he didn't aim to the guy, it wasn't his intention to hurt him at all. He looked at Liam again and then looked at the muzzle, that damn muxxle who could have put that on his face.

"we need to talk, and that won't help communication so..." he snapped his fingers and the muzzle fell to the ground. "much better... now, introductions." He said as he looked at the face of the man, he had seen him before, he had... those facial features... he knew them. "I'm Apollo, roman god of many things, including medicine, law, the sun. now, tell me who you are." he said with patient and calm voice, he didn't want the guy to feel threatened at all.

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Before now, he wouldn't have ever hesitated. Why was it this man made him hesitate? No, he couldn't let himself be compromised. He put up a defense, his eyes narrowed as he watched the man's movements. They were practiced, lithe, coiled. Much in the same people he had worked with for so long. What kind of man made a compliment on the way someone was about to kill him? This man had to be some kind of stupid to allow for compliments towards the man with the weapons. His hands were fast as they snatched the knife from the air, but not before it cut the man's suit and left a gash on him. Liam knew skill when he saw it, the man easily threw the knife as if it was nothing. It was a naturalness about him that he noted. Liam knew how to easily assess a person's skill. This man exuded agility and dexterity. From the way the man held himself, he could easily tell how much athletic ability the man had. He knew for a fact that this person wasn't foreign to physical exertion. There were no known weapons on this guy's person that Liam could see, but that didn't mean the guy wasn't armed. He had learned fairly fast that there were times when people didn't seemed armed, but that was the mistake that most people made. They underestimated their opponents and that could get someone easily killed.

The man spoke, telling Liam that they needed to have a bit of a conversation. The man snapped his fingers and the muzzle fell off of his face. Liam took a deep breath before clutching a long hunting knife. He had met people with many other abilities it would seem. Eve had her roses and her shadows, There was the man with the electricity. So this guy apparently could control crap with snapping his fingers like he was some kind of jazz dancer. Liam was a little less than impressed. Or he would have been if that word was in his own vocabulary. But it wasn't. Liam regarded the man with a cold look, flat and emotionless. “If you're here to kill me, do and do it well.” Liam stated as he flipped the blade over in his hand, offering the hilt of the knife to the man sitting in the room with him. He could have been his handlers employer. Dissatisfaction would mean that his own life was forfeit. Animals always had their lives forfeit to people, why should he have been any different?

The man spoke again, this time stating his own name and that he was some god. God? This man must have been stupid. There was no reason for the gods to be mucking around with a monster and animal like him. He was lower than dirt, he was a parasite that leeched off of the world around him and the only way he could make things better was to know his place and to kill like his handlers wanted him to. That was the singular reason for his existence. The man calmly asked him for his name. One of them was going to die right now so why not? Why not let him know his name? “I am Liam Brady.” He said flatly.

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For Apollo it was weird to see a human so... hurt, so diminished. He remembered in the past, in the ancient times when human kind had been a bit more younger than it was in that present moment. he remembered how humans used to do that kind of punishment to other humans, how they treated them as animal or less, He remembered the gladiators, used as an amusement in the empire, and he had to admit that he also liked some of those battles, he loved a good fight. Also when the man or woman had been mean, evil to others, they needed a punishment, so Apollo had also been up for some... punishment that included that kind of treatment to the human being. But why on Tartarus would that man had deserved that kind of treatment? what could had been his crimes before he was dinisnished to be barely an animal?

then the man told him his name, with a rusty kind of voice, as if he wasn't used to talk at all, as if talking had been a very vague used skill of his. "Liam... Brady..." he repeated the name as if for some weird or cosmic reason that name rang the bells in his brain. How could it be possible that he knew this forsaken man and didn't remember him... "Brady..." then the name hit his head as if Vulcan had used his head to check on a new style of hammer. He looked at the man with open wide eyes, full of disbelief and worryment. "it's not quite possible..." he walked slowly to where Liam was, he walked at him as if Liam was just a scared and hurt animal and Apollo only wanted to check if he could help the poor animal or not. "Krato Brady... and..." the next name was difficult for him to pronounce, as if it hurt to remember her. "Star... Star Brady... they were your parents, right?"

He asked Liam as if he couldn't believe what his eyes saw. He remembered how he found the bodies of his daughter and his son in law. but there was no trace of the little Liam, that toddler, only 3 years old, he had gone to all of his birthday parties, he had been there for him, he had Claimed the boy the moment he got his first fresh air into his baby lungs! and when it happened, apollo had been very happy, one of his favorite daughters had had a baby, a little piece of herself. losing star had been a great hit for apollo's immortal heart, also Krato had been like a son to him, Mars boy, but respecful enough to ask for his blessing when he dated Star and he married her too!! So when they died and then Liam dissapeared, it was a hard hit for the god.

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Liam's gaze never abated, never leaving the man that stood there before him. The blond hair, the eyes, even the way the man had held himself, it was all somewhat familiar to him. He couldn't figure out why, the feeling was vague, like a dream or a memory that had long since passed in a fleeting moment. His breath was silent, barely there. Like trying to hold water in his own hand, it kept slipping away. What did this man want with him? Why him? What had he done to this man to warrant a visit? Was a job unsatisfactory? What loose ends had he left unfinished? Liam wracked his brain to try to think about what he had done to make his life forfeit. Was this to be his new handler? Had someone else bought his services?

The man repeated his name, speaking as if it had caused him pain. Why would the mention of his name cause someone pain? Most of the time it made people cringe in fear. People cowered at the sight of him if they ever caught a glance of him. Only little Evie had never been afraid of him. Even the people he worked with, save for Skylar and Avetis, he saw the fear that people held in their eyes. It fuled his passion to make them uneasy. But why was this man so pained to speak his name? He had done nothing to this man, well other than throwing the knife at him, but what would someone expect when they snuck up on someone who you didn't know was armed or not. Maybe it was his own training to assess the opponent. He never underestimated people, especially those that had been designated demi-god targets. They had training, good training that would keep them alive better than mortals.

"My parents names are vague memories. They were slaughtered by monsters." Liam stated. His voice was cold, frigid. The night still lived so vividly in his mind, it was the only thing that he held in his heart that kept him anywhere close to human. If that was a word that one could use to describe him. It was the only memory he had of his parents, the sound of his mother's screaming, his father's sobbing over his wifes body as he howled in pain, trying to keep the monsters off of his son. The men who called the monster dogs down and shoved the knife into his father's neck before finding him, back handing him across the face and knocking him unconscious. "And I am a monster, an animal. One who is only fit to kill."

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The wind blew softly into the room, as if it knew that it had to calm down the soon to be upset mood of the god standing in front of Liam. Apollo wasn’t upset at Liam, how could he be?! Liam had only been a kid when his parents died, when he was taken away and was forced to become… what he was in that moment… a cold blood killer. He had seen Gunnar, he talked to him when he started dating Tessa, he was also a killer, he had been taught how to inflict pain and how to also kill without a sound, without a drop of blood. He had also seen other killer, he had known them… but Liam, he was different, his training was more… well, simply more than whatever Gunnar had had in his life.

He could still remember the last time he saw Liam and his parents. It had been in Liam’s three year old birthday party, he was always invited by his daughter, Star. that day he remembered that everything was perfect for a three year old boy. Liam was happy and laughed a lot, he had a lot of birthday presents, and some of them were from apollo. He had given Liam a crossbow, it was made with a very light wood, so the kid could practice with it. Apollo had claimed the boy since the moment he had breathed first, Mars had hated it, but apollo hadn't even cared. He loved Start and loved her baby boy too.

So when Liam said he almost didn't remember who his parents were, he couldn't keep it for himself and told him who they were, who he was too. "You are liam Brady, son of Star Brady, my daughter, also son of Krato Brady, son of Mars..." but how to get to the mind of someone that had been told that was less than an animal? Apollo felt the rage blooming in his heart, he felt himself like what he was, also the god of punishments, he wanted those who had killed his daughter and son in law, those who took his grandson and turned him into that shadow of human and make them pay for all what they had done in past lives and in the ones coming.

"You are not an animal Liam, and the monsters are those who turned you into one." He said knowing that someday his grandson and legacy would have to pay for his crimes, but he also wanted him to have some light in his life.

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Liam closed his eyes, just for a moment or two. His other senses heightened. The small breeze that floated through the room seemed to do its job of calming the present occupants. He felt one of the only memories he possessed surface. The face he was looking at was warm, inviting, like a summer day. He couldn't think as to why, but the other faces were blurred. The woman who hugged him, her face was blurred, but he could tell it was warm. It made him feel safe. There was a man hovering near by, there was a sense of strength, a calmness, but it was unwavering. And there was this man's face. The man that stood in front of him, it was his face. He blinked, looking a bit punch drunk as he shook his head like a dog trying to clear his ears of water, slowly and deliberately. "You were there, all those years ago." He said, whispering. His voice rough, there was barely any volume to it.

But then anger and rage filled his heart. If this man, if he had cared so much, why did he not do anything? Why didn't he save his mother? Why hadn't he stepped in to see that the tragedy didn't go through. "If you cared so much, why didn't you stop it?" His voice was low and cold, but his wrists quivered with rage. The corner of his mouth twitched. He had never felt so angry before in his life about anything. But he blinked. What right did Liam have to be angry at this man he hardly knew? His face was replaced once more by an expressionless face. He couldn't let control get loose of him. He fixed his eyes on the third eye on Apollo's face. Not that the man literally had a third eye. It was simply the spot between both of the eyes where he made the shot a good deal of the time. The instant kill of a bullet between the eyes. It had been his own fault his parents had died. His handlers told him so. That it was his fault that the monsters ripped apart his family. That he was too weak, he wasn't strong enough and his parents needlessly sacrificed themselves for him. They were his first deaths, not directly by his hands, but he had caused them.

"Are you here to condemn me for the hundreds of deaths I've caused?" He questioned Apollo in an accusing voice. "What good would it do? I've killed enough to make my place in hell assured." He stated. His eyes never left Apollo's face. His own face was dirty, covered in road weary grime and weathered, compared to the clean shaven blond hair that was the look of Apollo.

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Apollo looked into the man's eyes, he could almost see how the well oiled machine that was his brain was working, thinking about the words he had just told him. the breeze went around them, cooling down the room. Apollo, didn't took away his eyes from Liam's, he thought he wouldn't do it for a while, He finally found his grandson and he wasn't going to let him go so easily... well in a godly way of speech. He would have to let him go, but he would also have an eye on him, he would try to take care of him now that he knew he was alive... well heart beating, lungs working, brain functioning... because what those monsters did to him, couldn't be called 'living'.

suddenly, the man's voice sounded again in the room. But in the god of sun's head his voice was like an loud echo, like the rumbling sound of a mountain when it had a volcano inside! Apollo looked at him and sighed when he asked in such hurt way about his lack of interest on them in the past. If only he could explain why gods can't be there all the time, if only he could explain why he couldn't save his own daughter! "No matter how mad at me you are... it will never be like how I'm mad at myself for not being there for you in that moment of ditress." He said and then saw how he was closing his walls again, Liam was again placing on the mask of indiference, and was shutting him out even before allowing him to come inside.

His next question make him shake slowly his head. "No." he said and then sat on the filthy bed, he hated that place, it was so... mundane! his grandson deserved much more than that. "I'm not the one who will judge you for your crimes, Liam. I'm here only to know you... to tell you that even when I was absent before, for reasons that I hope we have time to discuss. This time I won't be. Now that I finally found you again, I intend to help you. I can't tell you I can clean your bloody tray, you'll have to face the three judges with that yourself. but I can tell you I can help you to leave this filthy life behind, start over and become the legacy you were suppossed to become, before those monsters took you away from all of us." he said and looked at him. "Do you like ravens?" he said as a black raven landed on the window mark.

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His eyes stared at Apollo's face. He traced the frame of his face to the way his hair fell about his temple line. The color of wheat fields, amber, the afternoon sun, things that Liam had only seen in passing from the seat of his bike. He had never taken the time to appreciate the look of it. It was one blur to the next, from city to city, only ever worrying about where the next paycheck was going to come from. That he would face death when he ran for his drops, that his own life would be forfeit if someone didn't like the results. The thought that this man, the god, that Apollo, was someone other than Eve who cared about him. He didn't know why someone would want to care. This was his mother's father? They had the same eyes, what he could remember of it, they even had the same hair color. Though he smelled different. The memories of his mother were always accompanied with the smell of honeysuckle, flowers, spring breeze. But Apollo smelled different. He couldn't put his finger on what he smelled like.

"What's done is done. I have no right to be mad at you for my own misfortune. Anger is a distraction." He stated. He watched him with a predatory look, something that he had gained from his years as a killer. Apollo was smart, he was hardly prey. Liam watched him, his mental walls were already put in place. He wasn't about to start breaking things down just because some man came along saying he was his grandfather. Family wasn't something that was important to him. He didn't know the words figurative meaning. It was just something meaning someone you lived with. He lived alone for the longest time, only himself in the cell at night. He knew how to be on his own.

"Is it not the gods place to judge? I expect the disappointment of my failure is too much for the sun to bear." Liam said, his voice still low. Apollo said that he could help him live a real life something other than what he knew. He couldn't see himself in a different life. "What can you do? You couldn't find me till now after all of these years." His words had a bite to them. He supposed that he should be nicer to Apollo, but it wasn't him. He wasn't exactly a nice guy to begin with. He watched the raven. He had seen the birds on more than one occasion. "They are birds of shadow." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. There was a look of longing as he watched the bird. The freedom would have been such a wonderful thing, but what would he do with freedom? What did he do to deserve the freedom? No, there were others that deserved it more than he did. Eve did. She was still so young and a long life to live. She deserved the freedom and the chance to live a life away from this hell. She deserved better than him.

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Apollo better than other one knew that when something had been done, then there was nothing than anyone could do, not even the god of gods, his father the allmighty Jupiter could do something. Rules were there, they existed for a reason, so no one should break them. Apollo was also the god of law and punishment. but Liam wasn't really guilty of his actions, he was just an innocent that had been train to kill, he wasn't more guilty than a dog that was trained to kill an enemy, it wasn't his fault, but the fault of those who had trained him, those who killed his parents, those who made him think that he was nothing more than an animal which destiny was to obvey and kill.

Apollo chuckled when Liam's words brought him back to the present moment. "human kind had always disappointed the gods and themselves. There is nothing you had done that humans hadn't done before you. So, I can handle disappointment very well." he smirks at the young man, then he walked from the window to the bed and had a seat on it. He really wasn't that upset at Liam, but how could he understand that, when he thought that he deserved what happened to him?! and that he was evil. "I don't judge what you did, you were just trained to do that, there is nothing else you know of life than what they trained you to do." he said and let Liam think about having a real life, but then his words were charged with hate even when his voice didn't even flinched.

But Apollo did flinched, he felt as if Liam had stabbed his heart with his words. He was right, he hadn't been able to find him, half or more of what had happened to him, was Apollo's fault, but he knew he was alive now, then he could work on something to get him out of there, to have a life! "you are right, I couldn't find you. But now I know you're alive, I know it and that is also why I'm offering you the crow, it would fly back with you and then finally I would know where they had kept you all these years. and finally I could take you out of there." he said as an offer but he wasn't a fool, he knew it would be much more difficult. "shadows? did you know crows were originally white?" smiles at the young man.