ou walk upon the hallways of Ordo Rosae Moriatur, your eyes alighting upon countless treasures; tapestries depicting the Virgin and her Son and stained glass windows bathing the halls with a rainbow of colors. Your eyes focused upon one end of the hallway, where a girl of barely 16 winters stood, seemingly unaware of your scrutiny. With the lights of the windows shining upon her dark brown hair, she looked almost inhuman. You felt yourslef drawn to her.

"Greetings, traveler." The girl greeted softly, as you reached her side. Though smiling, hidden agonies lurk upon the corners of her huge gray eyes. Up close, her Celtic heritage is unmistakable. You look down upon her small stature and at the same time she looked up at you. Isabelle... a voice in the wind whispered. You tore your gaze away from the child. You knew that if you stared at her for too long, you might go crazy. You know and fear what she is. The child, Isabelle, was both the good and evil. Crossroads between human and devil-spawn.

"You fear me, traveler, yet you have a curse of your own," the girl called Isabelle chided. She smiled at your obvious discomfort. "Come with me and I will lend you something that you will need through your journey," the girl cocked her head to one side, "that is what you want, isn't it? The understanding of our destiny..." Taking your your left hand within her right one, she led you past the rose garden and the small chapels, until you came upon a small room. The child opened the door, and bade you to sit down. "Here is my journal, traveler," she whispered, "May the words of a once innocent girl give you more enlightenment..."