Benkoshimasu: It was a translucent white, and she could see some of the city lights shining through it. It's eyes, however, looked like huge, enormously valuable, blood-red rubies. It mewed softly. Suddenly, her grin returned. What luck! A dragon child, which, with the right training, could be moulded into a shape-shifter daemon, who were the most useful familiars. They were highly magical, intelligent, and could be used to enhance her own magic! Excellant.. A voice, however, popped into her head. She was frightened by it. "This is not an ordinary dragon child, Linarial daughter of Prince Ryuio, last royal princess of the line Amaroc." She gasped. How did the voice know her true name? And why was she not completely in its power? "How do you know you are not? And besides, I do not have a lock of your hair." She blushed, and then thought politely, "Erm, do you seriously mind telling me who you are?" "Yes" "PLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???" It was strange, the impulsiveness of this want to know the name. She had not felt like this since she was a child. But the voice was gone. She turned her attention back to the dragon child, who was lapping up some smoky water... Of course! Now she understood. The dragon child had used - and broken - the mirror to come here, although why she did not know. Still, it must be quite powerful. But the voice had stirred something in her. Suddenly, she understood. It had not said "Last of the Great elves", it had only said "Last of the line of Amaroc", or the royal line of great elves. Which meant some of her kind were still out there! Which meant... And suddenly, she understood her purpose in the mortal world. She must rally the last elves together, recreate the Unseelie Court, and restore the destroyed line of Amaroc the Great! For she, she could marry one of the slightly lesser Great elves, and then, the line would be carried on. But that would come later. For now...She picked up the dragon, and with a wave of her wide, royal elf cape, she disappeared down the dark street.