In a world where glistening ball gowns and dashing gentlemen are a norm, Belle always stuck out like an onyx on an exquisite diamond necklace. Despite being the only daughter of one of the richest barons on the Isles, her dark skin resulted in her being excluded by polite society. However, despite her hardship, Belle thought she could make it through with the love and support of her father and friends. Her hopes of a quiet life were shattered once she started experiencing the visions. Originally thought of as just a phase when she came close to water, these flashes...visions...dreams, plagued her. It was always the same vision...she was out in the ocean somewhere, the wind sweeping past her hair and the waves unforgivingly slapping her face, she lay bleeding, bleeding gold on a jagged black rock.