Three days of sleepless nights, six hours of intense meditation, one afternoon spent all alone with knives dripping blood all around her. Her parents would never know of the protections, neither would the so called Order, the deed was done and her scars were healed in patterns and whirls across her skin; never to fade, never to buckle, tied directly into her life itself. And she had no intentions of dying any time soon (or ever, if she could swing it.)