He paused outside the open doorway, again listening for a minute or two before pulling the magical glass from his pocket again.Placing it against the ...all next to the door, he smiled when he saw her still sleeping. Placing the item back in his pocket again, he withdrew his final, expensive piece of magic.This was the most expensive item of all, because he had purchased it from a black market vendor at full price. At more than full price, if the truth were to be told. He had nearly balked upon. Every weekend they bow down before the white male image. What Europeans told them God is. Doesn’t make sense to me. Also, I’ve met middle-eastern Jews from places like Morocco and Syria. Those guys look like Arabs. Jesus Christ probably looked like them. He wasn’t a white guy. Europeans hijacked and white-washed Christianity and used it to mentally enslave black folks. In Islam, no race is elevated above the others. It is true that the Prophet Mohammed came from the Arab world, and the Koran. She wondered if Julia would laugh right in her face. EvenVictoria acknowledged her request was absurd. Every time she askedherself the question of who would give up being an heiress to be a maid,the answer was the same, no one, except her.Victoria walked down the staircase and started towards the dinning room.She sat down at the head of the table and rang her bell."Yes, Miss Lightfoot," Julia said while she hurried into the room.Julia's eyes were dutifully cast down at the floor as she. Cycle, repeat. She focused on her Way while she meditated. She knew who she was, what she needed to do, why she needed to do it, and how she was going to get it done. What she didn't know, apparently, was where and when she currently was. Time had obviously passed. Lots of time. A slight adjustment. No problem.The swordswoman began to braid her endless hair, which could almost be appropriately measured in kilometers. She went over her Way in her mind. Her name was Yuri... She couldn't recall a.