A/N I do not own Inception or any of its characters. Constructive criticism welcome

She was beautiful.

With her long black hair that framed her face, almond shaped eyes and her lithe petite Asian frame, she was pretty.

But the way she moved, the way she walked, the way she carried herself, it made the air surrounding her seem holy. It made her beautiful.

The air billowed out from her long white skirt, like rippling water with every step she took. Her dark brown eyes were alight, looking alive, yet mournful and hard.

Her beauty was one that medieval songs and stories were written about, that will be praised for generations to come, the Helen of Troys, the Cleopatras, the Aphrodites of this world. Nowadays, one pooh poohed the notion of a beauty so wondrous that it launched a thousand ships and sent men to war willingly.

'But yes, this was it, proof that Helen of Troys do exist. That the hand of Men, can never build things as beautiful as the hand of God,' thought Ariadne.

Yet there was an indescribable quality about her, an indescribable sadness, power and regret that enveloped her, all as she walked towards them with an unthinkable grace.

She seemed terrible yet beautiful, like an avenging fury whose grace left utter destruction.

It made Ariadne shudder.

Instantly, the atmosphere in the warehouse went glacial as she walked towards the semi-circle of people.

Yusuf looked worried and anxious, eyes widened in a sort of fear that sent a chill down her spine.

Eames stiffened and suddenly looked serious. With a sudden start, Ariadne realized he was holding a gun.

Cobb looked like a hunted animal, a taut coil, his eyes narrowed with a wary look in them, ready to spring at slightest notice. He too held a gun which he gripped so tightly that his knuckles were white.

Ariadne saw Arthur putting his free hand in his jacket pocket, likely fiddling with his totem to assure himself he was not dreaming. He had an impassive face but the fire in his eyes and the tenseness of his posture in which he held his gun betrayed the emotions that he was trying to conceal.

The girl stopped in the middle of the semi-circle of five people.

'She looks really young, like 18 or something,' thought Ariadne