Seeker

Fae

FAE

At the day of my birth I was an innocent soul. A newly reborn soul in the body of a baby that justly fit me.

I don't remember much of that time in my life. I don't remember my parents: Imagine that.

A child who never met her family and not because they were in an accident or tragically left her, but because that's the way it was. That's the way it is.

A strict society with strict rules. Even now, sitting on a mere park bench my soul is alive. I can sense little movements and I see shadows. I am aware of the abnormality I posses but the other 18

5 and 17 year olds around just see me as sipping a coffee on a park bench.

I suppose I have always felt like an outcast in some strange way, even though no traits I have would lead anyone else to believe that. At the age of 17 I'm 5'9" with long dark hair and brown eyes. I'm soft and outspoken by my friend and roommate Finn.

He pretends that innocent souls aren't banished to the Underground weekly. He pretends that my father wasn't killed while attempting rebellion. I of course, can't forget.

Seeing that we live on the 17 and 18 year old part of town, I try to appear mild and stay to my studies. Pretending to be quiet and nonobservant is almost as hard as it is for Fin to pretend. Nearly impossible.