The Feeling of Touch

Chapter 1

She made her way down the stairs as she heard the maids calling her name. "So noisy," she thought to herself as she quickly adjusted her gloves. The head maid would always go off on her for not taking them off when about to eat, even though it was hopeless since she never even dreamed of doing so. They didn't know her secret and she definitely didn't want to accidentally touch them and feel the pull of seeing a flash of events before her. No one quite knew where she had gotten those gloves, and she herself couldn't quite remember how she ended up with them. One thing she did know was that whoever gave them to her, was not of the same dimension as her, it couldn't have been human.

At just a year old, she had already acquired the abilities of a child of seven. There would be no one to talk to and it was a lonely sensation for her since she had no mother and her father was not around. While rummaging around some old room she had encountered, she saw a hand. She approached it and saw it lead her to a box. It looked quite ancient and it was probably from the people who had lived here before. Kirsten was so indulged in this finding that she forgot about the hand, sure enough, it was gone. She opened the box and there they were, a pair of black gloves made of silk. It was quite strange for them to be in such a perfect state and fit her ever so perfect. Even though she was a year old, she had immense mental and intelligence capacities. A perk of the curse, perhaps. 

Gradually, as the years passed, and she grew; so did the gloves. Kirsten never question what had happened but instead she was quite grateful. Because of these gloves, she didn't have to worry about her sense of touch. As long as she had them on, she would be fine.