Even when she was surrounded by people, Ivy felt alone. She was the Archive. To most people she was a thing, not a person. She didn't even have a name, that was until Harry. It wasn't until Harry that Ivy was looked at as more than a powerful entity or a walking, talking database. He'd taken one look at her and saw a little girl rather than the ( Read more... )

Foggy Town Chronologically, the Archive was only four years old. The blue eyes that looked out at you from a childlike face were ancient, a few millennia old. They held the wisdom of the world in their depths and it was a bit off putting. It was also off putting to see the small child hold such respect and command among supernatural beings. They ( Read more... )

Wanderlust There were very few people that understood that she was a kid as well as being the Archive. Even Kincaid, who had been with her since her birth and knew her the best, forgot that under all of that ancient knowledge there was a twelve year old girl. It was how she'd been taken by the Denarians. If she'd only stayed where she was supposed ( Read more... )

Good things come in small packages

Ivy didn't remember ever having a celebration. Ever. Her only family was Kincaid and while he was good, celebrating Christmas or birthdays just wasn't something that he did. Her only memories were from the other Archives and the lives that they'd live. Ivy couldn't miss what she'd never had. With all the ( Read more... )