The Gathering of the Strong

"The First Sister?" Kevin said out loud. "What kind of name is that?"

"A name of my new born self." The First Sister interlocked her fingers and smiled beautifully. "My old self has a weak person's name. I no longer am weak."

'She is pretty.' Skye thought with a smile and raised her hand. "You're the First Sister. Does that mean there are more sisters?"

"Of course." She said with a smile. "I've got nine sisters and ten brothers."

"Who you with?" Nathaniel asked with a frown.

"Children of Fair." The First Sister turned to look at his rude expression and continued. "Led by the great Alistair Fairchild." 

"You don't look that strong." Nathaniel stepped forward. "Are all mercenaries of this world bunch of weaklings?"

The First Sister tilted her head adorably and smiled. "Such a foul mouth. I don't like that."

"Nathaniel." Geoffrey said coldly. "Mind your manners. Show some respect!"