The Windy Sky and the Wild Elements

The youngest Sawada had always been a strange child. She was a small and quiet child, who viewed the world with strange eyes. The adults saw a problem child in the making and the children saw a potential stress-reliever. Her older siblings saw her as trash and her father saw her as unimportant.

Only her mother, her broken mother seemed to sense that she was just different.

The child herself knew she was different. After all, what normal child had dreams (memories?) of a life of blood? What normal child could see through the lies and masks the people around her? What normal child had so much knowledge that she shouldn't even have heard of? What normal child felt herself incomplete and so distant from her own flesh and blood?

What normal child craved the love from Monsters in her dreams?

"I'm alone," she always thought brokenly. Yet something inside her told her, "Only for now,"

"Because I will find my Pack again,"

"Because even if the Fire in our souls die, our Bonds never will,"