Kristine

 The old ways were taught in the old ways though.When the Khanjar would be revealed. that would need guidance. what to look for to guide the future. 

She often got to go on field trips to different countries polls apart and languages and customs she was to learn so to function within, so she could talk to others in languages she didn't speak. She was being taught to speak in more than words but ways and symbols. Grape vine nets weaved, she tossed it out and came back with all the fish. 

The Royal Flight had determined her job was communication, not just speech. She had to learn to listen and watch all that was around her, which was hard for her because she was always wanting to move and talk about what she just learned to any one around her. 

planes and helicopters flew around in a circle armed guards Toyota trucks land rovers. war and protection. In the real world they lived ordinary lives as much as they could make it.

Her face scared already at such a young age she seemed to not care. She would carry more scars as life went on, most of them on the outside. Chin , head knees, wrists . They all would fade with time

The Jesuit priest was her favorite instructor, he was the one that could always get her still with his words and old stories. Maps of the past pulled from air, these were the stories of the secrets he taught her. She loved secrets. She knew what the meaning was in its entirety. 

was always getting in trouble. Going through doors she wasn't supposed to and climbing on things to get a better view of goings on. 

Even though everyone knew her they didn't know her. They never knew the purpose of it all. A simple building from the outside, inside was all the knowledge of the past. They taught her how to read the past like a map for the future. All the insights of leaders of the world, the good and bad were taught. She had to practice all the languages of all the tribes. Her instructors taught her the tools of transfer, physical, mind and soul.

"Remember children, where we go one we go all." We are never alone. We are always here. Of course we knew we would eventually have to venture on our own, with the faith that we were not alone, always the vanguard. We would have to stand alone till the call.  

 They knew it was a lot for one person so they built her a team. All had expertise individualized.

  Her tale was a strange one from birth. Long before the Kunjar club. 

She came from a long line of fisher women and could trace her heritage to ancient Greece and back before time began on her Mothers side.