Rayne would walk through the place known as the Uchiha Hideout, glancing over priceless artifacts owned and created by her clan. She smiles at the weaponry, knowing their creators instantly, not because she herself knew, but from the memories of her father's that she was able to tap into. She strodes to a nearby wall, picking up an amulet that was made of silver and gold, a flame emblem in the center.
A very beautiful piece of treasure. Kikiyo did an outstanding job with the carving.
She places the amulet down, then spotting something that she knew all too well; a dagger. This dagger was no more than fourteen inches long, the blade eight inches alone. She goes over the incredible detail and smiles. This was the dagger her father created when he was all, but fourteen. Without warning, her mind zoomed back to that day. Where she watched, from Damian's own eyes, as she finished creatng the dagger. A beautiful woman enters the room. Her long midnight black hair cascading down her back, her eyes a brilliant shade of ember, and a face so sweet and gentle that she couldn't help, but feel the love eminating from her. "You did a good job, Daimon. An excellent job, actually." she says.
Thank you, mother. I made it for you.
Came Damian voice from her mouth then she was back in the hideout, the dagger clutched in her hand tight.
My grandmother.. That's who I look like, not father. She was such a beautiful woman. Wish I had known her. Daimon must have been her pet name for father when he was younger.
A solemn tear falls from her eyes, she sniffles and wipes it away. Rayne had been tapping into Damian earlier memories as of late. She wanted the dagger, it was the only connection to her grandmother that she now had. She grips it tighter in her hand, smiling and allowing more tears to fall. She knew it wasn't right, but she had to keep the dagger. She turned heel and left the Hideout, not caring if anyone was upset about what she'd just done.
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