the beginning

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Her hair danced around her shoulders as she flounced around in the grass. The needles are soaked in morning dew and my stockings have large wet patches on the soles. I pull them off and dance towards her, the glistening blades of grass brushing my bare ankles.

The spring birds chirp their songs as we gallop around, making complete fools of ourselves and for a moment its just us. The world has stopped and we are the only ones in it.

I wish it could be like this forever but eventually we must face our dark reality. It could never be this easy. I wish it more than ever as she takes my hand and leads me to a little pond glistening in the early morning sun. I take a seat on the edge of the grass bank and slowly dip my toes in. The feeling is wonderful. I feel so free out here.

Inside the castle I am trapped, so alone and discarded. My life took a turn for the worst when my dear mother passed. My father was so controlling. He took the lively flame that was her and extinguished it, leaving a pile of ashes.

He was not always like this. He used to be a free spirit just like her. Then she told him what she was, unable to live with a lie so great. My father despised her kind and forbid me to talk about them, or even associate myself with them. He spoke as if they were monsters. But he needs to take a deep look inside of himself to find the true monster.

Luna grasps my hand in hers and pulls me from the bank into the water. It is ice cold but extremely refreshing. She is so beautiful. I look into her eyes as they glisten in the sun and find myself lost in them. The blue reminds me of the vast seas but as I begin to look deeper, they turn to a mysterious grey and remind me of my cold, harsh life.

Her usually wispy hair is now soaked with the water from this discrete pond. I catch my reflection in the water and my hair has yet to be drenched. I slowly descend into its depths and bathe in its freshness, relieving myself of stress that has built up inside.

My mum always said that she wished to be free. Now I see what she meant, free, without restraints or responsibilities. Just her and the world on a never ending adventure.

That is what I want. But I am not going to die to get it. I will change this world for everyone in it. No more undesired suffering. I will set them loose from the unendurable pain and sorrow in which they find themselves trapped. Unrestrained, untethered.

I know hardly much on my other family. I only know that they were like my mother, hence my fathers incapability of shedding any light on them. I, however, pursue a great interest for them. I do not know how they were unusual or why my father disliked them so, but I yearn to find out. I must.

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