Storytelling: Ages 5-12yrs old
During the earlier stages of my life. I remember the first time I created something so small that it covered my forefinger. I realized it didn't burn me.
It burned others that's for sure. I vaguely remember creating a typhoon of flames. It was the others that created the names 'White' and 'Red'.
White for the part of me that didn't want to hurt others.
Red, who had such bloodlust and the need for revenge.
Before Red, I was all White. Before Red, I didn't have a name. Before Red, I had loved my mother.
The woman who sang to me after a nightmare. The woman who would hold me during a rainstorm.
After Red, I didn't remember what I've done until I saw their faces.
After Red, they gave me names. An identity.
After Red, my mother was dead.
Although, I stopped calling her mother after she gave me away.
It was her choice.
After those monsters. I felt Red and White merging.
Instead of just 'Red' and just 'White'. I became 'Alice'.
After the House burned, the others called me 'Alice'.
After I was picked up off the streets by the Knights and given a DNA test.
They named me Emmaline Antoinette Elizabeth Phantomhive.
I gained a name, but that is not who I am.
I am Red. I am Dark. I am White. I am Light.
I am Alice.
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