Five hundred years ago, when gods had children with humans and other creatures, a rare child was born. Skin fair and smooth as powder and eyes that change like the weather. It was said that her skin had glitters of gold and her eyes shone brighter than the moon. They were icey and cold but her face was always the opposite. A smile that was infectious, sweet as a peach. Her hair was never long, but it was beautiful. It was brown with streaks of white and ice cold blue. She lived a life that was unlike any other. A life with the Goldies, a life that many dreamed of, so perfect, happy and pleasant. But one day she was angered by the voice of the unknown. Her eyes turned red and the unknown was to be no more. Rumors spread and people came, and that's how the war of the Goldies began. Her father prayed to the gods to protect her. In the mid of the 1500s, This rare child vanished, they searched morning and night but she was never found. Years came and go and the Goldies ceased to exist; or so they thought.
