Anythingmagical Stories

"She is destined to live a hard, atrocious life!" the Seer cried when she saw my eyes-red as blood, befitting of my family name. And her reading rang true. Tragedy after tragedy happened: first my brother, then my parents, and finally me. Living in the streets until I've breathed my last. . . it was suppoused to be the end of my 'hard, atrocious life'. And then I saw another boy in the same nondescript street, saw his eyes that flashed greenbrowngreen-and remembered. Amelia Vermillion's life may be destined for despair, but no more, I say. Because I have already lived once, and am not planning for this one to end so soon. Not now, not ever. I swear upon the name I once wore, upon Maria Santiago's grave.