Once a lady. Now a disgrace. A disowned daughter. Lost. She doesn't fit in anywhere. Ammolite was the daughter of a Duke. Like all other young ladies, she was to be married off to other members of gentry -- it was what was expected, after all. But that didn't work out, and now she's lost her sisters...in a land plagued by some distant foreign war, it seems only she is being targeted -- but what is it that makes her different? Why is she the one being picked out? Who is she? ***INCOMPLETE -- This is an unfinished novel of around 20 chapters I wrote a few years ago, when I was 11~12. I was tempted to try and fix it recently, but it gave me a permanent writer's block whenever I looked at it so I gave up. I still thought it was a pity to throw off though, so I've decided to post it to see if any of you like it. I might continue this...but probably not...ideas and suggestions are welcome if you really want to see updates***