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THIRTY-FIVE

THIRTY-FIVE

Dee's room. It was her first thought when she opened her eyes. She was safe. She was in Dee's room. Feeling the warmth behind her, Vivian turned to see Dee. A feeling of peace hit her until she saw it. Yellow and pink, surrounded by gold.

"Hey," Dee said, smiling at her from where he lay, propped up on an elbow.

Suddenly the door opened and Aaron came in. Soft blue.

Memories hit her of when she was a child. The image she'd drawn before of her aunt and step-uncle, for that was who they where. Vivian hadn't realised until now that she could see again, had always been able to see, it had just been locked up. Vivian remembered the relief of not seeing the colours after the black cloaked dracan had preformed a ritual on her. Now they were back.

The aura seeing wasn't the only thing back. All her muddled memories were clear. The people in the house of flames were... Vivian felt sick. Oh, god, they'd been her parents. A pale haired woman with deep blue eyes and a dark haired male with cat gold eyes. Crimson red. Dark green. Dirty brown surrounding them.

"Run, Roza, go play." Those were the last words her mother had ever said to her as her father had returned home. Vivian – or was she Roza? – had done what her mother had asked. Then the flames had started and minutes later Ashley had found her. Marked her. Saved her. Then Ashley had dropped her off at her Aunt and Step-Uncle's who'd then left her with some of theirfriends the next day. Then, on her fifth birthday, everything had changed again. The ritual was done. The tattoo's had appeared and Vivian had never seen another colour again. Until now.

Vivian froze. Were the tattoo's still there? Vivian jumped up and pushed past Aaron and Kave and ran for the bathroom. Shock held her immobile as she saw herself in the wall mirror.

"Vivian?" Dee asked. She saw him come up behind her. Confusion showing both on his face and in the way there was red hinting through his colours.

"Roza," she said. Which one was she? Vivian or Roza?

Dee blinked at her, red becoming more prominent. "Who?"

More of the Dager family appeared. "My real name is Roza. My parents died in a house fire when I was four. Ashley marked me that day and gave me to my aunt. She didn't want me and gave me to some friends. The day I turned five, some dracan did a ritual on me that stopped me seeing.

"They turned my hair black, my eyes brown, and placed a tattoo on my face to block my knowledge and my powers."

Vivian stared at herself, lifted her hand to touch her skin where the black marks had been. Her hair had grown to fall to her knees, and it was no longer black or harsh. Instead, it was a white-silver. Like crushed crystals. And it was as soft as the finest silk. Her mothers hair. Her eyes were a cat gold and her slit-like pupil had an electric blue outline. Nothing else had changed, but the tattoo was no longer there. A lie. Ashley's mark was still on her neck, but the other had disappeared.

"How?" she turned and the others immediately focused on her eyes.

"Holly hell," one said.

"Your a White," said Tim from where he stood next to his RUMAG. "The last of the White bloodline."

Is that good or bad? Vivian thought.

"Good," Dee replied out loud. "We thought we were the only Elite clan left."

"What?"

"The Elite clans are more powerful than normal dracan. You can tell if a draca is elite by the circle around the pupil. Normal dracan don't have a circle around theIr pupil."