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Amun choked back a laugh at her statement. He began to bounce in his seat with laughter, though, he wasn't entirely sure that it was coming from just him. He wiped at one of his eyes and stood up, his food, surprisingly, forgotten. "C'mon, let's go up to the roof, and we'll get some air. You're been, literally, through hell today." See? Amun could be nice.. kind of. He wanted to go outside and fly a little, and he wanted to keep her close. No running away for this girl. Turning toward the hallway that would take them through the living room to the staircase up to the roof, Amun called for Elijah. "Get a jacket for Marin! We're goin' outside!"

Elijah walked back in a moment later. He had the long trench coat that Amun had worn earlier in one hand, and a silver colored hoodie in the other, the lining of the hood was a florescent orange, with an equally bright Adidas symbol on the front. The man held it up and it looked like Marin would swim in it, but that was okay, since she needed a longer layer on. Amun donned his trench and looked back at Marin. His eyes were glittering. He was going flying - he wanted to show her just how powerful he was. He wanted her to know that there were really gods, though there was still one "Head" God above all of them.

Amun waited a moment longer for her, then started making his way down the hall, he kept his strides short, so she could keep up, and emerged in the living room a moment before she might have. The room was large, and there was one wall that was entirely made of thick glass. Two of the other three were bookshelves, and the last one had the tv on it, and a great many game consoles littered the shelving there as well. Of course there were, there were three men living in the same dwelling. Amun walked over to the stairs that were bolted into the glass in one corner of the room, they had a few game boxes sitting on them, but that didn't matter. Amun bounced up the stairs and pushed open the storm doors. He left them open for her and walked out into the openness that made him feel the most free.
 
She lifted her head at the sound of his laughter. Was he laughing at her? She blinked owlishly as he stood, and then nodded. Fresh air was a good idea. She stood, too, wincing as he called out his orders. Couldn't he say please? He was awfully demanding. When Elijah entered with warmer clothing, Marin decided that she wouldn't let Amun influence her manners. "Thank you," she said gratefully, not taking the help of others for granted in the least. She ventured to look at Elijah's cheek again as she slipped into the over sized hoodie. "Sorry!" she whispered again to Elijah as she hurried away to follow Amun.

As they walked, Marin pulled her long hair from the sweater and it cascaded over her shoulders and the hood that hung on her back. The sleeves swallowed her hands but she didn't mind and didn't attempt to roll them. She felt warm, and buried in the sweater, safe. Though once again it was another of those false reassurances. She stepped into the living room behind Amun and looked around at it in awe. Truly, Marin had never been inside of a place even half this amazing. While she loved books, the windows were probably her favorite part, and the video games completely eluded her.

She only blinked towards the stairs when she realized that Amun had already ascended the stairs and gone out the doors. Marin moved cautiously up the stairs and out the doors behind him. The air here smelled different than it did at the bottom of the city. It was cleaner maybe, more fresh. She walked further out to look around, only glancing over at Amun at the sudden memory of what it felt like when he was behind her in the alley. She turned, not really wanting to keep her back to him and chance reliving that scene again. She watched him a little warily, but mostly curiously. Would he hound her with more questions now? She probably had more than he did, yet she kept silent for a long while, just watching.

Marin felt as if she were in some sort of strange limbo. What was real and what might be her imagination, or a dream, was unclear. If she closed her eyes for long enough, would it all go away? Would she really want it to? It wasn't as if her life had been overly eventful and exciting before all of this. Yet she frowned. It would depend on what type of person, excuse her, god... Amun was. It was with him, that Marin put most of her uncertainty. And now she was Elijah, with strange jewel blue eyes lingering for too long.
 
Unlike humans, Demons and gods were used to people starting at them, it was a common gesture of respect to look upon someone for a long time. he didn't mind the cool sensation of eyes burrowing into his shoulder. Amun looked at the twilight sky and smiled. This was his true home. With a twitch of his fingers, his body changed, thought, only a little. His wing grew from his body, and his eyes turned from their gray color to a milky white. Though, this change was always hard to see, since he wore colored glasses all the time.

Amun turned his gaze toward her and said, "Watch me , and understand that I am a creature of divine prowess and not just some crazy loone!" He then tucked his wing in close to him and ran for the edge of the roof. Once there, he jumped and opened his wing, catching an updraft, he soared up above her and rolled himself in the air. He found a place where there were only a few weak currents to tug at him and positioned himself so that he was standing, looking down at her. His eyes just rested on her, waiting for a reaction. Waiting for her to either shriek in terror or clap in amazement. The prior would get her killed, the latter would compel him to scoop her up and take her with him on a trip around the block.
 
When he didn't prod into his own questions again, but instead grew... a wing? Marin blinked owlishly. Could people do that? No, she supposed not. But a god must be able to do pretty much anything pretty easily. As he ran for the roof, Marin took steps towards it as well, frowning. He was just going to jump off of it? It wasn't like a person jumping from a roof though. Immediately the wind picked him up, and he soared. It was, amazing. Marin had never in her life believed that anyone could just, fly. She kept going back to the idea that it was because she never thought there were anything more than humans in existence. She wondered what it must be like, to be able to fly through the clouds like a bird.

As Amun positioned himself to hover above her, she took another couple of steps forward. She wasn't going to shriek in terror, or clap in amazement, while she was very amazed. Instead, she watched him in a sort of awe. Terrifying as he could be, he held a captivating beauty, flawed as it may have been. Marin didn't see flaws in the same way other people saw them though. She watched the wing, wanting to touch it. What did it feel like? Was he born with it? How did he keep it hidden all the time? Did Elijah secretly hate her? Well that last thought had sneaked its way in there unexpectedly.

"Come back," she said, in less of a demanding voice and more of a yearning sort of voice. She really, really wanted to touch the wing. Maybe pull on it, or flap it. Marin couldn't have guessed he'd want to take her flying anywhere. The girl had never been so high up on a building, much less flying around in the sky. While she didn't know it yet, heights weren't really her strong suit. How could they be?
 
Amun watched her face, and could not suppress the pride that glowed in his smile and in his eyes. He shifted his position and used his wing to guide himself back down slowly, as if he was falling in slow motion. When his feet touched the roof, he turned and went to a knee, allowing her to get close to his wing. He urged her closer with a warm breeze and leaned back some, capturing her against his back. Amun reached around and grabbed her legs, pulling them out from under her in a swift motion that left her putting all of her weight on his back.

"And we're off!" he said with a laugh and opened his wing. With the way it grew from his back, she could feel the muscles flex somewhere near her rib cage. Amun gave a hard jump, and was caught by a very warm updraft that pulled them high into the sky. As they went up, Amun let them spin, which was effective in making them go up just a little higher then the updraft, so that he was caught in a steady current that pulled them in a circle around the building.

The leathery skin of his wing would feel very rough, even through the sweater that she wore, and the feathers that still stubbornly clung to it were always flapping dangerously in the wind, looking ready to fly off at any moment. Amun turned his head a little, to look at her out of the corner of his eye, "Want to know another reason I know you're not Human?" he asked in a very casual tone. He only waited a few moments before he went on speaking anyway, being the kind of person to ask questions, then ignore the answer.

"Because a Human would have either done one of two things: a - he would have crapped his pants and run away, or, b - would have called the police on the spot and then there would be more chaos that I can to deal with." He flew over to a place where he could hover, still making sure she was on his back, and went on, "But you didn't run away at the new and the unknown, you wanted to be nearer to it, and that is the kind of open mind that Humans do not have anymore, the Angels have taught them to do nothing but hate and fear, but you don't. You're not Human." His words were compelling and clear. He wanted her to understand exactly what he was saying, and know them to be true.
 
When he did return, Marin moved to rub her fingers gently across the leathery skin, curiously. It was amazing, to be here in this moment. A warm breeze moved Marin closer, and she'd been about to apologize for running into him when he pulled her legs out from under her. She gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Amun's neck, probably far too tightly in that moment, but quickly relaxed them to keep from choking him. And as he said, they were off. Marin clutched the front of the man god, with her fingers and tightened her legs. Her eyes squeezed shut and she buried her face in him.

The small girl had never flown, not on a trampoline, not in an airplane, and certainly not with wings. While the idea had intrigued her, she wasn't entirely sure she was comfortable floating around in the sky hundreds of feet over concrete. But, she ventured to peek over his shoulder, and found that she didn't hate it either. The wind grazed her cheeks and blew her hair back from her face, and finally she relaxed. It was, like nothing else Marin had ever experienced. Her life was pretty boring though, so maybe it wasn't saying much. But how many humans got to fly like this?

As if reading her thoughts, he mentioned her not being human once again, and she frowned. "How?" she was curious to know, though not really believing it still herself. She only frowned again at his response. Marin didn't reply to his explanation. Instead, she enjoyed the feel of flying. She didn't seem to mind the roughness of his wing, even though it was noticeable. And even though it was hard to think of much else other than her current flight, her mind kept trailing back to his idea that she wasn't human. "If I'm not human," she said, "Then what am I supposed to be?" she wondered, actually asking, assuming he must have some kind of idea.

By now, Marin had relaxed completely. While being swept off of a rooftop would probably never be less than scary, she couldn't deny that flying was incredible. If Marin had ever felt jealousy, it might be over something like this. Though something like that wasn't in the girl's nature.
 
Amun had no idea, other than that she was someone important to the way the world worked. Like in the movies - it was those kinds of people who were kept a secret, those were the people who were not just thrown into their place, but allowed to chose it and become great. Amun wasn't sure how to explain this to her, but he tried, "You're a very special girl, Marin. You're going to have a lot of hard choices to make in coming times. That's all I know." Amun shifted her weight on his back and let the air currents pull them this way and that. It was like drifting in a pool.

The god was "laying" on his stomach, and looking at the ground, watching all the small people wander by. Those people, living their lives, dying slowly. he felt sorry for them - sometimes. Now, he just felt hungry, but he could hold off until Marin had gone to bed, not wanting her to be frightened by him. If she was important, he wanted her nearby. He wanted her on his side. Her being important and close to him made him important, too. Right? Yep. And that was how he was going to play it.
 
Hmm. It was an awful lot to know about a stranger. Could it be true? Marin was having a hard time wrapping her mind around it, even though she was beginning to believe it. It was just in Marin's nature to believe things told to her. She was too trusting, others might say. The girl had relaxed against him completely with her chin on his shoulder and her face almost against his neck, though she was too busy watching the people below, too, to lay her head against him. Besides, while her body had relaxed, she wasn't that comfortable with him yet.

Marin was sure that if they stayed up here for much longer, swaying this way and that as if floating on water, she would be lulled to sleep. She didn't want to come down, but she also knew they couldn't stay up there forever. Finally, she turned her head and moved slightly enough that her cheek rested against his back. Jewel blue eyes watched his wing and the stray feathers that caught in the wind. So many things ran through Marin's mind, in a way that might normally cause her great confusion. But up here, she felt like her mind was clearer. Her questions didn't mesh together in a jumble like they had earlier.

What were the feathers on his wing? Had there been more before? What kind of god was he? How old was he? Weren't gods like, forever? When would she know what she was? Or wasn't...? "Will I get to home?" she wondered that one aloud, still watching the wing as her thoughtful questions continued to multiply in her mind.
 
Amun smiled at the touch of her cheek on his back. He could feel the warmth of it though his coat. At her words, Amun began to flat back toward the roof. "If you go back there, more demons will come after you. I cannot protect you there, Marin, you need to stay with me." He was only being half honest. The demon that had attacked her was apart of a race of weak demons that functioned as a hive mind. Meaning that now that one had smelled her, saw her, and died, seeming because of her, they would come for revenge. They would know that he was in the ghetto and be looking all over the place for her there.

Amun was not the kind of god to just let people die if he knew he could stop it. He would not be a very respected god if he did anything else. Though, she didn't really need to stay in his home for that. He was still intent on making her a useful part of the family, though.

The god wrapped his arms around his back, under her bottom, as he landed. He couched, and let her slide off his back. "You have got to be tired after all that, c'mon, it's time to head to bed, and by morning, you should have some new clothes to wear." he was cheery and polite. He waited for her to go down the stairs before he did. And then he called to Elijah to help her into bed. Elijah smiled at Marin nodded to his Master. "Did you have fun?" the boy asked.
 
Her eyebrows drew together once more, as they often did when she was in thought, but more so when she was trying to understand something. "Yes," she agreed, though wasn't entirely sure why he'd want to protect her at all. They didn't know each other, and for all she really knew, she was just a human and he was just flat out wrong about her. But, something felt right about his assumptions, strangely. Besides, she couldn't really deny that she wouldn't rather stay here than her ghetto apartment complex with the mismatched furnitures, cracked walls and cracked out neighbors. Though she did feel more out of place here.

When they landed, Marin slid off his back. She nodded, though she still had so many things to ask. She supposed they could wait until morning. Her bare feet padded down the stairs and when Elijah appeared, she glanced back at Amun almost quizzically. When she returned her attention to Elijah, she returned his smile and gave him a simple nod. She would follow him back to the room, lest she forget how to get there anyway. As they walked, Marin seemed to be in thought. Finally she asked Elijah, "What's the story on Amun's wing?" It's what she'd been wondering about in those moments. She'd have asked Amun himself in the morning, but she needed at least once question answered to be able to sleep without her mind eating at itself.
 
Elijah smiled and laughed a little. "You know, you ask the weirdest things. Like, you look at the little things, not the big ones. It's refreshing." He pushed open the door for her and let her walk in first. When they were out of Amun's earshot, he started, "Amun was born to both and angel and a demon. His father is one of the highest ranking demons in Hell, which made it even more taboo that he was born. The angels hated him since he was conceived, and didn't want him in their Paradise, so, when he was born, they bound his right wing so it would never open, and because of that, he can't get high enough to get to paradise, and the feathers falling off, that's just his aggravation as a child, he pulled most of those out." As he talked, Elijah was pulling another nightgown off of a table and held it out to her. This one was a simple one, all white and button down. It was long enough to cover her feet, and the arms were long, too.

It very obviously smelled like Amun.

Elijah held it out to her and smiled, waiting for her to take it and go into the bathroom so he could turn down the bed.
 
Marin blinked owlishly at Elijah. It seemed like a big thing to her. But then again, she had lived like a human for an awfully long time, and humans in general focused on trivial things. Still, Marin thought the small things were the ones that mattered most. All of them put together, made up the 'big things'. She stepped into the room and turned to Elijah, listening. "That's awful," she said quietly, feeling sorry for Amun rather than focusing on that his parents were an angel and a demon. She accepted the nightgown and thanked Elijah, stepping into the bathroom to change. She felt more comfortable in the more covering garment, and she did notice that it smelled like Amun.

When she emerged from the bathroom she had her previous clothes folded in her hands, and she blinked around for a hamper. It was haphazard though. Her mind was busy wondering what kind of parents might allow something like that happen to their child; the binding of Amun's wing and all. Though, she had little room to wonder. At least he knew them. When she was finally able to climb up into the bed, Marin yawned. She'd never sat atop something more comfortable in all her days. But her mind was elsewhere and she'd drawn her eyebrows together again, obviously in thought.

Jewel blue eyes looked at Elijah and she wondered if it would be inappropriate to ask, "Where is your other brother? You are all three brothers?" so much as she tried to understand all this supernatural stuff. Oops, she'd asked it aloud. Nevertheless, she wanted to know anyway. She also wanted to know why they stayed here to serve Amun. They seemed like a pretty big deal. Bigger than fetching jackets and turning down beds. If given the chance, Marin would have laid her head on one of the pillows while listening. After the longest day of her life, she was having a pretty hard time keeping her eyes open and knew that the rest of her thousand questions would have to wait.
 
Elijah watched her look around, and walked over to her to take the garment and then put it in the hamper fr her, which was stashed in the closet. He crossed the room back to the bed and began to tuck her in as she came up with another question. At it, he was taken aback. He took a moment to answer. "Actually, our third is a sister. Her name is Dea. And, she is at home, weaving the fabric." By home, he meant the cave in which their mothers had lived along time ago. Now, it was modeled into an actual residence, and Dea her a room in to all to her self. She was born with no eyes, and spent her time entranced by the fabric of fate, born to be under it's spell forever. The boys were not with her, because when all three were together, devastating world events were decided on and executed. And the longer they were together, the more occurred. So, the boys left, to keep themselves and the world safe.

Of course, Elijah would not tell Marin that, because he didn't want her to be afraid of him. That would break his heart.

When he was done tucking her in, he asked, "Is there anything else you need?" and smiled brightly at her.
 
"Oh," Marin said before yawning again. She supposed the hadn't thought so much into it as to consider that one might be a sister. Twins and triplets and so on could be mixed genders. She knew that. She wondered if Dea would like her. It might be a strange thing for some people to wonder. But Marin had grown up without anyone liking to be around her. Only today had anyone spent so much time around her; Amun, and had anyone shown her so much kindness; Elijah. Yet, she wasn't sure about Joel. That only lead the girl to wonder about how friendly Dea might be.

"Weaving is a lovely hobby," Marin mumbled. Her eyes had already closed and if she thought of it again later, she would know instantly what Elijah had really meant about Dea weaving. Amun had explained the Fates before. But as her mind bean to drift into sleep, she only related it to a nice hobby. She herself was quite exceptional at sewing. She only nodded with a faint, "Mmhmm," at his last question. She needed lots of things. Lots of answers anyway. But after that, Marin was asleep and wouldn't ask anymore questions of Elijah tonight.

Marin's dreams were generally pretty normal. She dreamed of subconscious fears and dreams. Often times of things and people she'd seen or overheard, places she'd been, etc. But tonight, Marin dreamed of a woman. She looked sorrowful, and anxious. She reached for Marin, and began to speak, but Marin heard no sound. Then the woman was looking away quickly, as if she'd seen or heard something. Dread filled the air. Marin looked, too, but saw nothing. When she returned her attention to the woman, she was gone. A lingering sadness weighed heavily on Marin, and when she woke, she would recall a face nearly identical to her own.
 
As she slept, Amun watched over her. Joel and Elijah spent most of the night playing video games in the living room, seeing as how tomorrow was their day off. Amun watched her with eyes the flickered from piteous to angry, confused and anxious. What in the name of all things honest and true threw them together? There was no coincidence in him saving her. No reason that he had to have not killed her before, but something made him stop. First it was revenge, then it was - what? Kinship? She was tossed out on her own, as the god had been as a boy. His mother abandoned him, his father did not know about him until almost a year after he was born. He had lived, feared and revered as a child god in that time.

Amun watched her face change to one of fear and worry, and he started to reach for her, to console her, but stopped. She wouldn't like that, and he did not want her to not like her in any way. He had too much pride to let his image be one of a lowly stalker. Amun moved himself out of the room and off to his own bed, where he napped before she woke.

When she woke up, she would found a few bags from expensive stores, all full of clothes her size. But there was one outfit that was folded neatly on the stool of her dressing table. On the dressing table was a new hair brush, toothbrush, other feminine products, and tooth paste. A note was left with the pile of things on the counter, "Let me know if anything doesn't fit right, I'll take it in or let it out for you" and Elijah's name was scrawled in the bottom right corner.

After dressing, Amun was hoping she would come looking for something to snack on. He had made breakfast, as he always did on the twins' day off. This consisted of eggs, sausage, because Elijah did not like bacon, french toast, and fried potatoes. Toast was always an option, too. And the tea kettle on the warmer on the counter was starting to whistle that it was nice and hot.
 
When Marin finally woke, she was sure it might have been the faint smells of breakfast that pulled her from her dreams. She sat up and stretched, immediately noticing something out of place in the previously uncluttered room. She slipped out of bed and padded over to the bags, plucking things from inside and blinking owlishly. Were these, really meant for her? She'd never had access to so many new clothes in all her life put together. It was, strange. She felt it almost, unnecessary. She could have made herself clothes after all. Yet, she felt thankful to have something clean and in her size to wear, that would smell like her, and not of someone else's belongings.

She found the note from Elijah, and imagined his brilliant smile when she read his name. Marin found the smile contagious, and couldn't help her own, even alone in the room. She brushed her hair and teeth and dressed, happy that it wasn't jeans. Probably she could wear pants, it just wasn't really her thing. Marin didn't really find jeans an appropriate article of clothing for a young lady. She emerged from the room and followed her nose. While Marin's stomach never growled or truly felt hungry, the smells and habit of eating regularly made the girl to believe she was quite hungry indeed.

As she entered, she cast her eyes at the ground and suddenly felt out of place. She was reminding herself that the situation was still new, still unknown, and that she was not in her own comfort zone or even her own clothes.
 
But, she was in her own clothes. Amun could tell she was embarrassed at the first sight of her. "I forbid you to ever look like that again - this is your home now, and you've got to look happy in it! Or others will be unhappy, too," Amun chastised her as he walked over and took her by the shoulders, guiding her to the kitchen to sit as the breakfast bar with the boys, who were still half naked and in their pj pants. Amun was full dressed, though his hair was a mess, and he wore an apron to cover his dress shirt and suit pants. Joel looked up from his food as Marin was settled next to him, and gave her a delighted wave, as his mouth was full. Elijah, on her other side, grinned at her and swallowed his mouthful. "Tuck in before it's gone, Marin, Amun is the best cook in the house." And then he went back to stuffing his face.

Amun had gathered his own plate, and there was nothing on it except for Marin's left over steak from last night. It was not in his nature to let any meal go to waste, so he had it saved and was eating it now, with eggs and potatoes. He was also standing by the skin, as was his habit for breakfast. He had work soon, and getting comfortable might make him call out. Which he could do anytime he chose, he was the boss. But, he didn't want anyone to think little of him, so he only called out on days when he needed to.

Amun looked at Marin with a smile on his face. There was something about her. And no, he was not talking about her being non-human, he thought about how keen she was on everything that seemed small to them. How she was a lady, and made herself seem to. To him, compared to the time she was raised in, she was rather old fashioned. He liked that, it made him feel less old.
 
She blinked up almost owlishly at Amun's words. She'd never really felt like any place she'd ever lived was a home. Marin was unsure if this place would feel like one to her at any point either. Not to mention, she'd assumed this a temporary thing. As he steered her towards the breakfast bar, she was only left with other questions. Why was Amun the one cooking when she'd thought Elijah and Joel worked for him. She hadn't considered that they might have days off. Still, she didn't start in on questions so early. Instead she sat, smiling at the warm welcomes and giving Elijah a nod. "Thank you," she said gratefully.

When she finally began to eat, she found herself watching Amun with the genuine curiosity she tended to always have. Though, there was a lot more to be curious about these days than before. She might have questioned why Amun didn't sit with the rest of them, but, she was eating. And it probably wasn't important, trivial, as one might say. She found herself wondering instead, what exactly she was supposed to do here. It wasn't in Marin's nature to laze around, and she would never allow herself to as a guest somewhere. Amun could call this place her home all he wanted, but it didn't feel that way to Marin.

"Breakfast is great," she complimented. Though it might not seem like she really felt that way. The girl ate like a bird. She never really ate a ton of food. It wasn't necessary. Even though she didn't know that, she just wasn't big on eating plate loads of food. But, she also wasn't a liar. She toyed with the pendant that hung over her outfit today, as she often did when in thought without anything to keep her busy, until she was finished eating. She pushed away from her spot and picked up her plate to take to the sink. "I heard it's bad for you to stand while you're eating," she said to Amun as she reached where he was standing. The statement was obviously out of genuine concern, though she also wasn't saying it for more than making small talk.
 
Amun felt her eyes on him, and didn't mind them. He had always loved having eyes on him. Though, it was when he looked up and saw her playing with something that clung to the chain about her neck, did he really look back at her. He met her eyes and tilted his head, so that her eyes met his deep grey ones without the filter of his glasses. With this action, he tried to reach into her mind, and to compel her to tell him about the pendant, which he had not noticed yesterday. But he closed his eyes when he was met with a block. Her mind was being suppressed. That could have been someone suppressing memories, or the natural habit to use magic that was still sleeping inside of her.

The god watched her get up, and stepped to the side to allow her to get by him. "I usually sit with the boys, but I chose to stand and let you take my place today." He took one last bite of steak and dropped the rest of his food in the trash - there wasn't much left, but he needed to borrow her, and then go to work. "Marin, please come with me to my bedroom," his voice was deep and masked. The twins looked at him and then each other. They were given a stern look and then Amun ignored them totally. He walked out of the kitchen and into the hall way. He took to the hallway, and went to the end of it, where he pressed a button to call the elevator.

Amun looked behind him, looking for her. He wanted to make sure she was following him, because if she hadn't, it meant he would have to go back and get her. And that was a bother. Though, assuming she was on his heels, he stepped into the elevator and pressed the "3" button. There were 5 floors on the elevator panel, which meant the house consisted of 5 floors and was built "upside down" in that the kitchen and such were on the top floor, and then the 4th floor was the library and sitting room, then the 3rd was where all the non guest bedrooms were. So, Amun's, Elijah's and Joel's rooms were all here, along with a few other rooms. 2nd was made up of a gym that held a wide variety of weapons and sports equipment. And the 1st was storage. It was the attic.

When the doors opened, they were in a small lounge that had a few chairs in it and a table. There was a cup of cold tea there, from when Joel did his late night reading. Amun walked toward the hallway that was to the right of the elevator and then to a black door on the left of the hall. He pushed open his door and exposed his large room. It was painted and varying shades of green and grey. The bed was dressed in forest green while the metal frame of it and the canopy was all steel grey. "When did you obtain that necklace?" he asked once she was inside and the door was closed. He guided her over to the pair of seats in the corner of his room. That particular corner was made of nothing but glass, with a small balcony outside of the siding door.
 
Marin rinsed her plate and glanced at Amun. He'd given up his seat for her. Oh. Well, "Thank you," she said, surprised. As surprised as she'd been to find that he was the best cook in the house, according to Elijah anyway. She turned the water off to face Amun at his request. She dropped her eyes to floor, contemplating shaking her head. Why would they need to go into his bedroom, she wondered. Couldn't they talk anywhere else? If he wanted to show her something, couldn't he simply retrieve it? She glanced at Elijah and Joel, too, before Amun was already leaving the kitchen.

The girl hesitated, but followed, exiting the kitchen a few steps behind him. She hesitated again before stepping into the elevator, and then they were on their descent. Marin did note that the home was five stories worth, and that she might be wise to remember that she was on 5, and Amun was on 3. When the doors slid open, Marin stepped out to follow the man down the hall curiously.

Upon entering the room, she blinked around at the room. She'd planned on standing by the door, but he was guiding her to a seat deeper in the bedroom. She toyed with the pendant lightly as she sat. If he wanted a unique story, he would be out of luck. "I don't really know," she said honestly. She assumed he'd want her to explain how she couldn't know where she obtained a piece of jewelry that she wore every day, so she did. "I was taken to an all girls orphanage when I was just a couple of days old," she explained. "By a man and a woman who claimed to have found me at their doorstep."

Marin could only assume it must have been one or both of her parents who'd left her there. Though her eyebrows drew together for another reason; no one had ever wanted Marin. Not her parents, or the couple she'd been left with and no one else who'd ever come to the orphanage to adopt a child. In her older, orphanage free years, no one had wanted to be her friend and no one could bear to have her working for them for very long. Now suddenly, someone held a strange interest in her, and she quite honestly found it somewhat overwhelming.

But back to her answer. "I had the necklace when I arrived at the orphanage," she finished. It was strange though, in a way. The girls weren't allowed to have jewelries or other accessories that could make them stand out from one another. Things like that were always taken away, never to be returned by Madame Fredna. But Marin's was always overlooked. She wouldn't know it now, but it was because the stone was not of Earth. It's properties making the stone to be forgotten by human eyes nearly immediately upon seeing it.
 
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