You're gone - Dagger Practice - and I'll never see you again

Mama, they say I'm a terrorist - WHAT?!?
I've done nothing wrong but I'm put on the blacklist!

The dagger that hung around the girl's neck was untouched by said girl, only kept there as a reminder of the one who loved her when she felt all others hated her. Now that she was with a clearer mind, maybe they were trying to help and Ares was just being a dumb, selfish child. She was too scared to find out.

On the beach, the child had someone set up a dummy of cloth and straw for her to use. It was about the size of a dog and was perfect for practicing with her knife. As she gripped it with her jaws she heard a voice echo in her head, 'swing down and up, try to hook the mouth.' Though she didn't know who - or what, was telling her, she abided and swung down, slicing part of the cloth by the jaw, then turning to the side and slashing up, digging the dagger into the jaw.

Something angry boiled in her. Angry at Aurum, at Sophiea, at almost all of tanglewood. 'Don't be angry with them. They did nothing. In reality, you are at fault.' "Wh... who even are you? Where are you?" She whirled around but found no one. 'Silly, I'm in your head. No one will be able to see me, but in your head I'm a silky blond-furred wolf. Again, you can't see me, but you can visualize me.' The voice sounded masculine and with a slight accent. "What's your name." She grumbled, reaching up and yanking the dagger from the dummy and throwing it back around her neck.

'Call me Cire.' The voice rang in her head yet again.

— Reggan