Wrong.

Wrong.

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All she can do is watch. Watch as that place she used to call home fall apart, watch as the ground, the solid ground that she'd jump, run, and scream on as a child open and swallow her old house whole. It's crazy, isn't it? How could something crumble so fast without anyone being able to stop it? How could they stop it? How could they stop it? Her pink-ish white hair flows as the wind attacks everything in sight. Unusually, it's not the normal, soft wind that'd just blow your hair, no. The wind was genuinely attacking her. She felt like she could fly away any second. But as she looked to her left, right where the wind was coming from, she couldn't help but run. It's as if her feet were moving on their own. She ran, ran, and ran.
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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.

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