When Eteocles became Center, he and his immediate family moved from Daer'Atesh to Zeneth. Zeneth, being a castle city where the ruling family lived. This city was where the core of dragon politics and culture was forged. As such more than one member of the Center's main constituents and aides also lived there. Including a couple noble families.

Manemnon would have been the next master of Zeneth as the W'eisi gyn was still holding on to the title of Center House. However Manemnon at 1100 years did not have an heir and neither did any of the Pylon Families. So with Manemnon's death - so went the Center House title. Fum'Oto was next in line. Or should have been. Eli Delius Daer'hakan abdicated just weeks before what is now called The Dark Winter Incident; the day they claim Semmy's father had the soon to be crowned Center Manemnon Elezander W'eisiholde killed. There was talk of an adopted Ameagon left. However, without a formal appointment as heir no agon could carry the Meridian crown.

Though of course they did not stay in the Center Palace, every corner of the city had large estates that could be castles themselves. There were many minor estates and wings attached to those as well for when major celebrations call for the gathering of nobility. Close to a thousand dragons could be housed here at any one time. The East Estate was home to the Promontor, whose main job was to oversee betrothals and celebrations held for nobility. When families disagree over dowry size or or invitations, they usually have the Promontor settle the dispute.

There was no mistake, however, everyone had high regard and respect for the Promontor, afterall, you could end up on the sour end of a wedding dispute or even married (or your child) far away from your home if you got on their bad side. That is exactly where Semiramishe found herself. Her "host" family was none other than Promontor Noalmon Mishal Daer'kiran, his lynk Vasumani Yvetta, and their three offspring.

Semmy shook her head, her locks falling in front of her face. She didn't want to think of that, not today. She had been hearing about the ball all week. It was supposed to be one the most extravagant First Flight Balls thrown this year. She looked down at her dress. She was still forced to wear Daer'Ishaan colors, and it wasn't like they treated her like a royal. Her current outfit was a plain dress with short cuff sleeves. No special designs, just a red ribbon sash tied around the waist. Maybe Suada had a dress prepared for her. She had asked her time and again about the ball and the agon had refused a coherent answer. For Semmy that had been somewhat of a relief.

"Semmy-Bell!!" she heard Suada calling. Quickly she ran to her door . She opened her door to see Vasumani Yvetta standing next to her.

"Hesh naga ra et?" She asked respectfully, quickly putting her head down. As the wife  or  lynk of a Promontor  her title was Por'omoto and was addressed as naga .

 "You should know, Sasibellona," The agon started sneering down at her. "That tonight's Tawaeya is very important - you are to show up well dressed and well behaved. If you so much as open your mouth about your treacherous family or your absent brother I will have you locked up here for the next month. You won't be able to step outside much less practice your hideous form." She stated bluntly and then walked away. Semmy simply nodded, keeping her head down. As soon as she was out of earshot Semmy looked up and crossed her arms.

"I knew it! Didn't I tell you - they are going to let me go!" She jumped up and down holding Suada's hands. But the agon did not smile or celebrate with her. Semmy noticed immediately and felt all her hope drain from her.

"Pantha- nothing is ever what they promise, I won't get my hopes up!". She turned back to the window. Suada simply came up behind her and began fussing with her locks, and muttering nonchalantly about different styles.

"Pantha..." Semmy moaned. The maid stared at her blankly. "Come on! Please, just once, just one day off isn't going to stop me from me avenging-"

"Quiet!" Suada demanded. "You listen to me... I am warning you, that woman wants you to slip up. Try showing off your excitement and see what happens, it may as well be a trap and you are happy to jump in!"

"What do you know?" Semmy asked, suddenly very serious. "You know something; what is it?" Semmy demanded.

"I can't... " Suada looked down and stepped away. "This time - I am sorry. Just please, listen to me." She looked back up at Semmy and grabbed her shoulders. Semmy shoved her hands off and stepped back to have a seat on the sunk in mattress.

"Pantha - you know you are the only agon, much less dragon I trust..." Semmy looked around her room again. A cloud blocked the sun, it became dim and the breeze turned the air cold. She shivered. "Alright, I won't get my hopes up." She turned back to the maid and smiled. She got up, walked past her and exited. Closing the door softly behind her and leaning against it. Semmy, felt the chill of a tear on her cheek and noticing the knob turning she closed her eyes shut and held her breath.

First the tear, then her locks and hands; slowly she became a whisper of black smoke that disappeared out the hall window. She whispered around tower through her window and transformed back into herself at the windowsill.

When she opened her eyes, her tear hit the ground and she almost lost her balance. She had just used an Ikono! She wasn't supposed to unlock that for another years. For most dragons, (as far as she knew) age 15 was the first time you can transform into a dragon, though smaller than an adult. Then at age 20, you unlock your Rahisi and you are able to use your Ikono. Which is precisely why one must be 20 years old to participate in An'Zahut, and why dragons don't marry until they are 25. For the wingless tribe they celebrate flight and receiving your Rahisi together, at age 20.

She looked around and realized she was back in her room at the window. If she had not felt herself become smoke and move she would never have believed she had left the room.

"Oh no, Semiramishe" she turned to see Suada at the door. Though it wasn't surprise or pride on her face, but concern or even a little fear. She closed the door quietly as if there were someone would care enough to listen in. Semmy almost rolled her eyes but Suada was already up to her grabbing her shoulders. "You must never let anyone know you unlocked your rahisi this day. You are already a Fum'Oto and the daughter of a traitor. To become En'Zheten as well - they will have you killed."

"What is that? what is Chosen?"

"You are, it also means annointed, or gifted." She whispered putting her finger to Semmy's lips.

"You are scaring me Pantha, what are you so afraid of? Can't you see the future? Didn't you see this coming?" Semmy pushed the agon off of her and went back to her bed plopping her face into her hands. "This should be the most amazing thing - I should be able to use this to help us!"

"You will!!" Suada assured her, rushing over to sit by her side and rub the young agon's back. "But this, is something that most Zheragon would die to have - and it is in the claws of a dragon they not only don't trust - but they fear." She explained softly. She began to fuss with her locks again. "I used to do your mother's hair. She wasn't Fum'Oto, but she had tight curls and big hair.... You hate how Vasumani calls you Sasibellona instead of Sasibe'Llona, but it is how I came up with my nickname for you."

"Which I barely tolerate" Semmy sang out in protest. Nonetheless, Suada continued.

"Sometimes, the things you will endure are the things that shape you Semmy-Bell. Seeing things, doesn't always mean that I can stop them, or that I even should. Just know that everything I do, is to help you and Auster take your rightful places back, and return home. " She stood up, "I have to grab some things to prepare for tonight. I will be back soon. Don't go anywhere." Suada pointed back at Semmy before grabbing her satchel and heading back out the door.

Now Semmy did roll her eyes and sigh staring back out the window. She felt the light breeze coming in and leaned against the frame. After a moment or two, she turned back around and looked around again at the room... The door to the attached suite was wide open, and hanging off the railing of the chair there was a simple outfit. It was clearly some sort of average dress that nadiren (or dragon of no noble rank) agons would out or to work in. Semmy leaned with her back against the window and looked at it. It was a mud color mostly with a dark auburn apron.

"Kinda Matches my cloak" Semmy smiled.

There were advantages to living in Zeneth. Semmy was by no means the only Fum'Oto zheragon there. Most now, had become refugees. With no centralized government in Fumon'Emos the last twelve years saw the region deteriorate more and more each year. Many dragons come to Zeneth looking for a new direction. They had worked for or under the royals in Fumon'Emos so now they come here for work or just because it was the only place left. Many families splintered, with the non Fum'Oto members also returning to their home regions. The Dark Winter did more than just transfer power between the great gyn of Zhagozie, it completely altered the face of the continent. There was nearly nowhere you could go where refugee camps had not been set up, and while it was mostly Fum'Oto, there were also many of those who lost their means for work because it was connected to that region or to the royals there.

Semmy did her best not to look too sad when she was out and about blending in, for these zheragon, this was their reality, not any more sad than the day before. Her first time sneaking out, she stood out like a sore thumb, and she was actually chased by many who wanted to kill her to avenge Manemnon, but a reasonable older gon had saved her that day, and used a back route for servants to take her back to the Palace district, where the bulk of the Yzhen (royal) estates were, but also where the East Tower was. Every Region had a Key hold, and each hold had a grand garden with a portal to the Amaranthyne at the center. Behind Zeneth stood the Amedian Garden, a vast acreage lined with blossoming flowers and grandbirch trees. At its center was the courtyard where events and displays were held.

Today was different, she had nadir clothes, which she could easily borrow from Suada now that she had grown to be her same size. She dressed accordingly and took the servants' routes out to the Service District. This is also where the main palace guard offices were. So, she had to try her best not to appear out of place to say the least. Many of the guards were actually quite familiar with Semmy at this point. She kept her hood up and did her best to make it look like it was to block out the sun, and not hide her face. Though today zheragons seemed particularly lively, so she tried to go along with the feel of it until she could make her way to the shopping district. Though, it didn't get it's name as the Palace City for no reason. Every nook and corridor was as grand and exquisite as the last. The back corridors were the darkest and least kept portion of the city. She caught the word An'Zahut out of her peripheral and began to pretend to pick up trash in the corner to listen in to the conversation. A group of gons were just on the edge of the Service District talking in a semi-circle and partially blocking the path to the shopping district where she was headed. They were a group of finely dressed merchants on their way from handling some business in the Contract Office, two Daer'Ishaan and a W'eisidun.

"There are only five years until An'Zahut, I heard the Center may make the announcement soon." The shorter of the two Daer'Ishaan smiled.

"Yeah, this Tawaeya is being done up rather grand - and it is on the usual announcement anniversary." agreed W'eisidun.

"I didn't even think of that Drius!" The taller Daer'Ishaan exclaimed, grabbing the W'eisidun's shoulder.

"Oh, come to think of it - should that Mav'amea be old enough by then?" the shorter added in.

"No way - she'd still be ikonomal ra et?" The taller one corrected.

"No, she was already a formed agon on the Winter Night, ra et?"

"You are both off, Khufumafuwe had two daughters and a son, the eldest daughter was formed, but the youngest who lives with en imara Noalmon, was a twee agon. It was twelve years ago now, but in five years she will be just old enough at twenty. She will have received her Ikono too." the W'eisidun explained. The other two nodded and began to prattle on about who else would enter.

"If that poor gon hasn't found a lynk by then surely Andraemon will have to enter him."

She stopped her charade and walked off, they were too immersed in their conversation to notice, and she thought she might be sick if she had to listen to more. The only gon who had any sense had done the worst thing possible to her, and called her father by his Given. She could hardly hear anything that was said after that. Khufumafuwe was something only her mother and her father's family had ever called him. It was the ultimate disrespect, but this wasn't the first time she'd heard it. Many zheragon's considered it an honor to spit on his name; to deface the honor of a traitor is honor to your nation. She was done crying over it, but she wanted something different for her family.

"I need you here, Auster..." She whispered to herself clutching her chest. In her mind, she was just a stand-in. There was no way she would redeem the Fum'Oto all by herself. If she did, it wouldn't be her they would expect to lead. It was hard at times for Semiramishe to feel like anything she could do would matter. How would she unmask the traitor who set up her father if all of Zhagozie was fooled? She shook her head again, as these thoughts never led her anywhere constructive. "I will bring you back, if it is the last thing I do." she declared in a hushed tone.