✴One Day In the solstice of the fall during the reign of peace 1056 Ac in the four kingdoms a knight and his kinsmen road a muddy and darkened forest path after a great storm and the first flood , The fog was dense and the taste of blood, iron, fog and mud heavier the air. As they journeyed far they heard a cry of a baby , Thinking they were bewitched they sought out to find where this terrible path led, " Over hear!' cried one of the kinsmen a fighter named Simmias though Shepard by trade "In this brook, by all look it is but a pale babe but what oddness this is .." as all the men gathered they found a strong bright and pale baby covered by feather and four clipped wings and nest surrounded by dove and crow with strange markings upon its face.
The knight scooped up the babe' We must turn it to the king for whomever gave such abandonment must pay surely! '. They rode forth towards the North east and there They would present the child unto the king.

He stood from his throne and looked upon her tiny little face , Her blue eyes seemingly pierced his soul and With her smile he envisioned somehow the future.

"Search high and narrow for whom abandoned this babe, Whomever monster would do such a thing will pay !" High and low was indeed searched and in the while the midwives and mistresses of the castle would care for this unknown child , The king himself found his own attentions drawn to her , As though a magnet had taken hold of him , he spent much time with her , the mother or father seemingly never to surface as the days grew longer and longer the king decided to take her as his own .

You shall be called Semiramis for your cry was that of thunder and your face is of heaven , Semiramis Tipereth low beautiful storms of heaven . We shall tell them you were nursed by the doves and ravens both day and night and that you were given as a gift from the universe itself for today I bid you my child. he claimed so boldly .Years went by Semiramis was a well loved and kind child but something strange stirred within her , Often during play by the waters edge she would sing it was as though she could move things with her song , Grasses turned to braid ,The water itself would dance and turn to wines, Her ability to circumvent situation and see others fates was a thing she kept in secret as well . Semiramis had a kind nature of her , Years as she grew her father the king taught her much of War, Architecture , diplomacy , History , mythos and religions many stories he made her wise too, especially to the tales of the Devine, A lucky girl she was . Day by day she learned the sword , The ways of the land and the spoken arts, she would learn many trades she would strive to learn and learn refusing the spoils offered to her for she had no interest in gains or power unless it was to benefit all . This in her youth she had decided.

One day by her river retreat her in her early woman hood she was playing with her secret abilities she sang a song that gave her vision to the future she bent over as she sang and with her pinky finger she wrote one word . That word was "Babylon" she looked at it and giggled . as she continued to sing she leaned back and pulled out the rapier given to her by her father she sat it upon her simple woven dress and began to polish its beautiful blade with her skirt, as she polished a voice came from behind , it was a wash maid from her fathers court, "Semi! what are you doing all the way down here ?" the maid questioned , " why I am to be singing and minding this beautiful day , she smiled .

Looking at the words written ... The washmaids eyes grew wide and she dropped the basket that she carried , clutching her mouth with one palm she moved toward Semiramis jerking about the back of her nape. " what are you doing ??! " Semiramis cried... The woman continued to pull at the back of semis garment to look at the skin of her back , once she had freed the tethers she saw upon her markings left by birth itself... The woman stepped backwards clutching her mouth mumbling .. "Botis .. Lauviah.. Astarte...Demira.. marked.. " Semi looked up at her confused. " stop my lady you are acting so strange!!! you are Hurting me!!" Just as the women's eyes widened and she turned to run back toward the village a arrow came from the forest edge piercing her jugular. Semiramis jumped over the log and started to scream, tears streaming in her eye's and as she would run she then heard a voice " do not be afraid little Shammuramat!' Nephilim.... the voice faded. She in fear not seeing where the voice came from took to the water diving quickly and swam as fast as she could toward her fathers domain .

As soon as Semiramis arrived She ran to her fathers quarter bursting open his door dripping wet her father looked to her and her clatter, she became numb as all around him knelt in silence , her head and heart pounding she struggled to get out the words in which she wanted to say of the maid and the arrow instead her skin grew cold her eyes rushed to the back of her skull and out came a voice not of her own . "You are the flame that will lead the people to greatness"Protennoia" ! You are the true king of this time "Armozel" ! You will rise your people to great highs into the next day the days of prosperity will their children live prosperity comes at price. Oh Belial is amongst you! You Whom raped my mothers womb!! ye shall wither in lust and flail in war!!! Demira in mine EYE's!.. long will be the days". Semiramis collapsed to the floor. That day would never be forgotten ... All fell silent and He commanded the court to never speak of his adopted daughters sights. It would be that in those days her words come to fruition . Time would pass and much would change .Aeons would pass and Semiramis would barely age....

A long time indeed passed Semiramis a grown woman now one with a deep history that she will years later keep unto herself , The kingdom of glittering sands and Waters , she once knew now behind her and in the days of prosperity After surviving the floods , she stands alone by choice and some by necessity , With not much but the weapon at her side and common thread upon her back she finds herself amidst peoples gathering what they can to rebuild villages waiting for the divine knowing, She will and does have the ability to help whomever she encounters to greater heights. And so the story begins... the tale of the watcher..of the Nameless ones She will house the rarest of gene into The Ordo Templi Voluntatis, For in her in long nights visions stream she knows what is to come , she knows the songs before the birds came for they course in her veins for she is a child known as the 8th caste of heavenly host a secret 8th piller hidden in the well of mankind.

“You think they are kind, that the Nephilim are kind, because they are good, but goodness is not kindness, and there is nothing crueler than virtue.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire