Betrayed to Betray.

Seventh Year: September 1st.

I was now eighteen. Almost an adult. Almost of a legal age.

I had no one to celebrate it with. So I sat alone. With a cake, and a candle. I blew it out myself. Made my own wish with no applause. And hoped and prayed it would come true.

I hoped and prayed that mine and Pandora's plan, would, WILL, come true.

I was alone for my last birthday, and I didn't even know.