Whispers, Shadows, and dark secrets paint her perfect portrait. Within her darkness, there is not comfort, within her daylight is only pain. It's what's cast upon her in the twilight that will never be the same. Ahnyca De'Faena Walked into teenage awkwardness with a hidden secret unknown even to her... She is dying... Her very soul is decaying as it is her time. No more hiding from what is meant to be the descent of her kin is all but complete. She soon will know who she was born to be as the moon rises with the thinning of the veil on all Hallows eve. Not the same troublesome introvert with a temper but the Fallyen Angel of vengeance. It is now time she assumes her place as vengeance made flesh. A blood truce between the Trivium and Helluz the mix that was once forbidden Ahnyca's the Fyre Mage Prophesied she is the Hiddeyn.