Her Story on Paper

How it all began

Emerald.

You can call me that.

'Why?', you might ask. Well, there is a very good explanation for that, it's my name. Why else would you call me that? What a dumb question to ask. 'Where did the name come from?', now that is a good question. Of course like everyone I got my name from my parents. (Sorry to all the adoptees out there who were named by a person working at a foster home.) But to really know who they were, who I am, and what this place exactly is, to find out my story exactly, you'll need to go quite a while back in time.

Let's go to the 1st May of 1889.

At the time I was 454 days old, or 1 year and 3 months. A tragedy. That's how I like to call that day.'Why?', you might ask. Well, I, once again, will have to say, there is a very good explanation for that. But I'll cut this one shorter. But you have to know, I was never supposed to know this. How do I find out either way? Let's just say, I'm a special case. (Something you'll see much more of as we go further.) 'Why wouldn't I have known about it if it happened i my life?' Well that would be because I was one you idiot. 'But why is that important?', a good question, with a good answer. Because if I hadn't found it out, my life would have been totally different. I would have been totally different. Now what is this thing I found out? Well it's the fact that, ... You thought I was going to say it, well I'm not. Because it wouldn't make any sense right now. But I promise I'll tell you later on. When the time is right. Many people tried to make this 'right time' come earlier, terrible things happened to them. Terrible.

So, I know that didn't answer the question of 'Why?'. But you can't blame me, even if I told you right now, right here, you wouldn't understand either way. It would seem normal, or even mundane. Okay maybe not normal, but considering i was one it probably wouldn't have had this big of an effect on me. You have to know my story first, to understand the importance of it. But I have something else for you. Something more interesting. The one thing I want to achieve in life. I already told you the fact that this day caused who I became. Now, when someone becomes someone, they have a goal in most cases. In my case? Become the definition of success so that I can take revenge. Without. Fail. Revenge for what? For that terrible night. For the tragedy that caused my life to crumble before it had even begun. Revenge but also avenge. After all, my life wasn't the only one who took a turn for the worst.

Now our time in 1990 is over, let's go to the future now. No, not where we started, a few years before that. Because that's where this story gets really fun and interesting, or else you'd have to sit through, and listen to me saying what I ate when I was one. Let's go to 1998, May.

Not much happened in those nine years. Except for two things: one, I have a little sister. And two, my parents found out I had magic. Now that might come as a shock to you, as I hadn't mentioned that before, but it really shouldn't be. We live in a society full of magical beings. But it is a bit unusual for a child to show it's powers so early on. The normal age is between 7 and 9, whereas I showed signs of my powers when I was one year old and six months. (Okay, maybe some exciting thing happened in those 9 years, but the really fun things will be starting now.) That is a rare occasion, but it has happened before. The last time was about 19 years ago, when Olivia Russel showed signs of her powers at the age of 3. A little later than I did, but still very early.

The really strange thing is that I can control my powers perfectly. From the moment I got them I have been able to use them just like a trained witch would. Of course at first it wasn't perfect. I could levitate things, or make them disappear, which are really the basics. But that was mostly because I didn't have a wand. I got my first wand on my second birthday. And I'm pretty sure, that's the youngest age someone has ever gotten a wand. Because even if you do release your powers early on, you still aren't able to control them, let alone be able to use a wand. That's why we go to Edelweis, a school for magic. Even Russel didn't get her first wand until she started school. In fact, I was such a special case, the queen herself specifically requested to meet me. But only once I was Four, so that she could have a proper conversation with me. Guess she didn't know that I could already talk clearly and have a conversation like any adult by the age of 2 and a half.

But anyway, you have to attend Edelweis from the age of 10 -to make sure everyone of the beginning age has already released their powers- to the age of 19. 9 long years of learning. Some describe it as the best years of their life, some as the worst. But the latter are very uncommon. Of course Edelweis isn't the only school for magic, every country has one. But here in the UK, we have Edelweis.

Another important factor you have to keep in mind is that the people, or rather as I like to call them, animals, that i live with, are complete jerks.

But that's that, let's begin the story now, shall we?