"So JF's a woman who probably looks nothing like JF and has a name that doesn't sound like JF?"

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Krista just stared at Ben and Ryvaken. She picked up the orb and walked over to them both.

"I'm who now?" The orb was glowing brightly now and with it Krista's necklace. She quickly pulled the necklace off of her head and held it to the orb. They both glowed the same bright red.

"And I though Ryv being Faeire-boi was confusing"

"What's wrong with it?" Krista held the two glowing items towards her dad who examined them for a moment before looking up.

"That necklace was your grandmother's..." He looked to his feet in thought.

"Over there, her side of the family was buried together!" Tum pointed his cane off to a corner of the graveyard, about thirty feet away."

Ryvaken smaked Ben impassively. "So if she's JF, why didn't the orb react to her when we were back there?" he gestured down the road they came from.

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He started wandering towards the gravesides

"Becuase something wanted us to come here first"

He looked at some of the Gravestones. Tight at the back, there was a single stone with only 2 letters on it

JF

"So we have a...whatever the hell you are, a girl, a faerie, and a corpse. Think we have enough to find your brother yet?"

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Krista walked up to the gravestone cupping an elbow with one hand while the other covered her mouth.

"I'm an old politician now?" 

Ben just stood there thinking for a while.

"I guess Ryv wasnt the only one to re-incarnate. And it looks even more like Krista is a dircet decendant of JF"

"How many times do I have to tell you that fey do not reincarnate?"

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"That doesnt mean they havent been something else BEFORE they were Fae"

Ryvaken gave a sigh of exasperation.

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"We Katts are very stubborn"

Ben walked over to Krista

"So your our new companion"

Krista gave a look of confusion.

"I'd rather be a descendant of this guy than his reincarnation. His name sounds like some teenager made it up off the top of his head."

"Secondly, what does it matter if i'm this guy's reletive? could you explain things to me please?"

Ryvaken sighed somewhat louder. "Seriously, whatever Ben may think, whatever little quest he's got planned is fairly dangerous. You don't want to come, you don't come."

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