The Heartstone

In a unforgiving world a girl was born in the quiet of a summer night. Her skin was as white as the moon itself, her eyes as blue as the ocean, and her lips are the soft pink of a cherry blossom petal. She never liked the daytime it scared her and hurt her. She is often seen in a forest that glows from the moonlight. This Is Charlotte a child of the night. Although, because of the grim creatures that roam at night makes Charlotte's world unsafe. She travels around looking for something that calls her. She is not sure what or why it calls her but she follows the soft voice, hoping to find what she's searching for.

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I just want to say that this story will be mainly in Charlotte's point of view, but I will let you know in the story when the point of view changes.