Prologue (The Very Beginning)

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The purple eyed girl stared at the blue ceiling, enthralled. It was seventeen days after her parents died. She finally had gotten over the truth, and it was time to move on. Its been exactly seven days and three hours since the funeral, and moving into the orphanage. The only things she brought where her toothbrush, a two pairs of clothes, and her beloved feathered pen.

The room was about the size of a small bathroom, supplied with two beds and a book shelf. The floor was strung with dust, clumped and stuck together. The mattresses were lumpy and the blankets were as scratchy was wool.

She pulled her blanket away in disgust. She sighed, staring back at the sky ceiling. The sky was a forever going spiral of clouds and light. She felt distant, like her soul was pulling away to the heavens above to reunite with her parents. You see, she was once the most energetic and happiest girl in the village, but now, she almost never spoke, and her once turned up lips and wound down. Her eyes, once a vibrant, happy realm turned into a dull purple of emptiness.

Her roommate smiled at her with warm brown eyes. She smiled half-heartily back. The two girls smiled at each other, sharing their sadness.

The door swung open, with the mistress tapping her blue pedicured nails impatiently. The brown eyed girl's smile vanished, and her eyes flooded with tears, "I'm going to a new home."

"Don't worry." The purpled eyed girl patted her shoulder, "No matter where you go, a house is a house. To call something a home, it has to be where your heart is."

"It isn't me who should be worrying," Her roommate smiled sadly, "You don't have a home. I hope you find one soon."

"As to you." She gave her a small salute.

Her roommate turned, and the mistress led her out of the room. She frowned suddenly feeling worse from the loss of her roommate. She turned back to the ceiling, once again entranced in the skies and the yearning of her soul. The only thing she didn't notice was the tattoo forming on her back, and the soft violet glow of her eyes and hands.

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