I still find it odd that she is willing to take me somewhere. It all seemed fishy. I am used to her not sticking around. She comes and goes. Alexander liked her and he seemed to trust her completely. Which isn't a bad thing, I mean if Alexander the Great trusted someone, then clearly that was held in high regard. She hasn't done anything to hurt me so I guess I can try to trust her too, but it's hard to trust someone when they come and go all the time and you don't develop some sort of relationship with them. Maybe that is why Alexander planned all of this. I mean it was obvious, because he told the woman I liked art. I'm not like an expert in art, I just like looking at it. There are some people that live and breathe art and want to critique it all the time. That isn't me. I just like to look at the artwork and I find some of it enjoyable. Except for the odd pieces that people claim is art, you know like the kind a child could replicate. I guess I like art too, because it was a way Mom and I could connect. She always took advantage wherever we went to make sure we visited the local museum. Her question on whether or not I've been to the Louvre made me nod as I answered softly.

"Yea, Mother always liked going to the Louvre whenever we had the time. I remember seeing the Mona Lisa. I couldn't believe it was very small, the books made it look so big."

Climbing up the steps and entering the museum I can feel that brush of cold air run through my hair and I can't help but shiver for a moment. I forgot how cold museums were. I'm pretty sure they do it on purpose. Stuffing my hand into the pockets of my jacket I keep pace with the woman at my side as we start going down the marble corridor. I can hear the click clack of her heeled shoes as we walk and stop at any exhibit she is interested in looking at. I don't really start a conversation with her until she makes a comment about a piece we're looking at together. Sometimes we're standing side by side looking at the same piece and other times I leave her to look at whatever it is she's wanting to look at as I look at what I'm interested in. Eventually we find ourselves at a Russian themed exhibit. Curious I follow the woman as we enter.

All the artwork contained bright colors within intricate frames hanging on the wall. As we walk I notice how eerily quiet the woman was. She was quiet before, but now she just seemed well different. As we stand before a piece of the dead Romanov royal family I look at the figures unfamiliar to me. Anyone that knows their history is aware of the family and the tragedy that transpired. Looking over to the woman I can't help, but narrow my eyes as I look back over to one of the children. I look back at her again. Well, she looks uncanny like the girl in the painting. I mean what are the chances that a woman with the same name as the child in the painting she is looking at would be standing next to her. Rare. Absolutely rare. She mentioned her Mother took her to Gosudarstvennyy Russkiy Muzey, and that isn't a common museum that people just randomly choose to go to. Not even looking at the woman I keep my gaze on the painting as I speak gently to the woman, hunting for answers now, because this is really weird.

"Ana....you're not...I mean Anastasia isn't a common name. How did you become a Dark Hunter...how do you know Alexander the Great?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable