Helena trembled slightly as he helped her up. She noted his eye colour, a dark scarlet. She trembled again, knowing he was not natural. She had an uncanny ability to sense out wrongs. Her family called it a sixth sense. She never called it anything, as she never spoke.She nodded and bit her lip, standing up with Ying's help. She had seen him around school but he probably wouldn't have payed attention to her. She looked down to see all her drawings spilled out of her folder. She knealt on the ground, picking up her folder and drawings. They were of dragons, unicorns, wizards and gypsies, all creations of a fantasy land. one was a dark and twisted image, all in black and white. Rough sketch lines formed a perfect image. A tall pale man stood, arms stretched. dark leather wings outstretched. At his back was some sort of alter, he appeared to be in a cathedral of some kind. Hooded figures surrounded the man, but all bowed low. She noticed that the character bore some resemblance to Ying, but shook it off. She felt a cold shiver run down her spine as that particular image landed at Ying's feet.