The Magic Stones
Hearing that question, Kira tossed a look at her, allowing his eyes to roam over her beautiful face. He could see that Marceline had been troubled by these thoughts for the past years. A mixture of hatred, sadness, and helplessness flared in her emerald eyes.
She seemed to be walking and running around the maze seeking for answers only to get lost and meet a dead end. She got nothing at all, even the tiniest clue. Her grandfather kept her in the dark for a long time.
"When I heard about your parents' death, knowing they are the former gatekeepers, I also wondered how werewolves were able to hurt them. I've been asking myself the same thing." Kira answered her truthfully.
Seeing her tears threatening to fall, Kira reached out, caressing her cheeks using his fingers. "I can only speculate three things, my Lady."
"Three things?" Marceline mumbled, looking at him expectantly. She wanted to hear it. Maybe Kira might have some useful information again.