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Rain fell, pounding on the countryside of England. Little 8 year old ___ La Bourne looked outside the massive window of her room, her (eye color) eyes darted at the big river near the La Bourne Mansion. Oh, how she wished she could go there, but no, her mother and father just had to keep her locked up in a prison called home.

As of on cue, her father, James La Bourne, opened her bedroom door and looked at ___. ___ immediately looked at her father and played with her fingers.

Her father sighed with pity, and knelt down before his little daughter.

"I know you want to go outside," James said. "But you know it's far too dangerous out there."

"But daddy," ___ said just before her father could go outside.

"Why wouldn't you tell me? Why wouldn't mommy tell me? Why can't I go outside? Why do I have a strange mark on my neck?"

The last question caught her father off guard, then he bent down, and touched his daughter's neck.

"I'm sure it's just something you were born with, sweetie. A birth mark, that is."

___'s eyes lowered. "But why don't I see the sign anywhere in the house?"

"You'll find out, eventually. Now, go and get some sleep, okay, love?"

___ meekly nodded and went to bed, tucking herself in. But as she slept, there was only one question in her mind;

Why daddy, why?

But little did she know, that the harsh reality of the mark would be soon discovered, and she would never stay in this awful place of a home, and that she would meet new friends a long the way.

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