Australia, 1784
An unexpected gift awaited the Princess of the Aboriginals. Charity was her name, translated to Yoorana, which literally meant "love". Her place in the village was not as important as some may have thought. She was not one of the old great grandmothers, nor married to a great chief. Some called her a gift, sent to the village by the spirits in the wreckage of a strange wooden bowl. Other called her evil, or simply unique. Whichever way you saw it, she was different. She had paler skin than others, proclaiming her as foreign by birth. But these people were hers, as they were her adoptive father's people. And so Charity was the Princess of the tribe as she entered the hut. A toothless old woman stood before her. Without a word, the woman handed Charity a object and hobbled out the door. When Charity looked down at the piece of wood in her hand, she found it to be a key. She looked up and saw a small hole in the mud wall of the hut. Yet the sunlight streaming through was not harsh and dry like the Australian desert. It was cool and clear. And so Charity took the chance and placed the wooden key into its place.
She would remember that moment for the rest of her life.
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