Cherise sat slouched forwards on a bench at the train station, her elbows on her knees and her hands reaching upwards to cup her chin. Her hazel eyes darted back and forth around her as she silently observed people go on their daily lives.
The young woman absolutely adored watching people in her spare time, especially at the train station.
And especially when her home wasn't exactly home at the time.
As usual, the ever punctual, bald, pudgy man in the brown trench coat walked in front of her past the closed platform, yelling and arguing with his wife about some nick-nack or another.
The tall, graceful brunette strutted past him, a ballet bag hanging from her shoulders and a pair of point slippers shyly peeking out.
Yet, as she caught her dishevelled reflection with blond locks flying everywhere, on the black, opaque glass blocking off the closed platform, she saw a tall man hurrying behind the small gap where the station didn't get enough glass to completely close the platform.
What intrigued Cherise the most wasn't the man sneakily looking around to see if someone was watching; missing her of course, but the fact that every time she blinked, the mysterious man looked different.
His clothes, hair and style seemed to never solidify, not physically nor in her mind, causing her to become perplexed as she could not remember the images seconds later when she attempted to recall them.
She was completely absorbed in her curiosity; something that always stayed just beneath the folds of her nature, just waiting to come out.
So, it was only natural for Cherise to follow him. And she did.
How Cherise wished she didn't follow him in that chilly evening in London, inside one of the most beautiful stations she thought she would ever see.
However, ever Cherise would agree, that if she hadn't, her life would be much, much different from now.
Anna splashed the warm water on her face, running her hands over her wet skin in attempts to set herself straight. "It was just a thought" she told herself, just an odd thought. Why get do rattled? It was exactly like Dr Jefferson had said: it was late, she had a hard day, that kind of situation coupled with a horror movie..
It was just a thought.
Wiping her face with the towel on the counter she let out a sight. Feeling a bit more refreshed now. However, as soon as she removed the towel and saw her reflection..
"Did you brush your teeth?" An older woman came up to the doorway of the small bathroom where she felt like she were standing on something besides the tile floor. She had short hair and a white coat.
"Yes momma." A younger voice smiled, causing the mother to cross her arms, "Let me see." not convinced and going to check the toothbrush of the girl.
"Ok fine! I'll brush my teeth.." Her response was quick and a little annoyed, probably to keep from getting caught in a lie. The woman stood in the doorway to watch.
Short blonde hair just reaching her shoulders, and a pair of cyan eyes looked back in the mirror with a much younger face. Disappearing just as soon as it had happened.
"Aahah!" With a yelp Anna stepped back dropping the towel in the process, as sheer terror made it's way through her.
Light, dark, weavers, Outcasts.
It's all new to Anna, if that even is her name. After waking up with a blank slate of a mind, she has to not only relearn the ways of the world but also her own powers and what exactly it means to be "souless". The Order of Kismet, the goddess of fate, where is her place here? And is what they're doing truly right?
Remembering is risky but it's the only chance she sees.