Oh, I hear their whispers. I know them too well not to. And I watch them. But, most of all I watch her. You can not mistake who she is. When she moves, well, she is movement itself. Its as if she knows, knows that she can make you think she stepped out of the air. The air itself, trembles in her wake, as if it will turn to ice and shatter. And they whisper about her. Not like they whisper about me, but in awe. I don’t understand it. She’s the one they should hate. But they’re stupid. And when, when she looks at you…No! She looks through you. It sends a chill down your spine. You can’t turn away. There’s a storm, something powerful, brewing behind those eyes. It’s as if she knows your secrets…knows she can make you love her. And the world, it worships her. Her! A shadow! A mere shadow, and it worships her. She has no substance, or depth, no feelings. People hang on her every word. But, I can’t blame them for that. When she speaks, her voice is clear, as though nothing could stop her from saying it. It sounds like it would drive away your fog and confusion, when it really only brings it closer. And, God forbid, if she smiles…Hah! I shouldn’t call them that. It’s a practiced, uniform gesture, that goes so far as to register in her eyes. You can’t tell it’s fake. But, I can. Her eyes don’t sparkle when she smiles. Not like yours and mine. There are times I would believe she never truly smiled, laughed, in her life. But, I know that’s not true. Sometimes, I don’t even believe it’s her fault. I’m not even completely immune to her, after all these years. But, I know. I know she plays a game.

She comes from a line of cold hearted women. And the game she plays, its called Love. I can’t blame the broken souls she’s left behind her for loving her, even after she broke them. She is, after all, unattainable, and there is power in that alone. She loves no one. How she does it is indiscernible, even to me. What’s her name? Hah! You want to know her name? Why waste my breath? You might as well call her Shadow. It’s a far better name than her given one. It suits her-Shadow. Yes! Call her that. And your next question-for it is the one everyone asks-is she a virgin. Well, you ought to know that. Of course she is. She’d have lost, if she wasn’t a virgin. Lost what? You ask what she would’ve lost? How can you not- I forgot. Forgive me. You do not know who she is. As I’ve said before, she plays the game of Love. If she ever lost her heart, or what there is left of it, she would have lost the game, and would forfeit herself. For what is a heart if not yourself? But, I exceed myself. Your next question, of course, is ‘Well, is it a true game.’ Judge for yourself. But, I can’t blame her for playing. After all, I know what happened. Because I am, first and foremost, her sister, her comrade.