Renascence

I frown and look at my scuffed shoes, a little more confused than I was before. "I don't understand."

He turns to me, his lush hair flipping over his shoulder, and raises an eyebrow. "You're telling me that you don't understand?"

I did, with the suspicious disappearances and eavesdropping I've witnessed so far, as well as Gold Eyes in the shadows watching. But something else was nagging at me. "Why am I here, Periclaeas?"

Why am I here amongst the obviously gifted when I have nothing fascinating to me other than a history of drug use, a couple of tattoos, and a black ring on my finger? What did I do that made someone look at me and decide that I was fit for this journey? That, based upon what Periclaeas stated, shows that I won't be canceled in this process of elimination?

He closes his eyes and shakes his head, readjusting the satchel on his back. "Know that you are more than you seem and that people have been put into your life for a reason, no matter how fleeting their presence may be." He stops and places his hand on my shoulder, smiling warmly down at me. "Remember that it's what's in here," he points to his chest, "that counts."

Kirby is a member of an outcasted society. Not only does she not have what makes them unique, but she also has to endure experimentation that slowly peels away at her sanity. Once the opportunity presents itself, she must undergo a journey that presents her to her true self and to the truth of her reality.