The moon was high in the sky. The colors that are always vibrant in the daylight, softer under it's glow. The night was peaceful, and quiet...except for the crying of a child.
A small girl sat in the middle of a clearing, her sobs echoed in the silent forest. Bodies were scattered across the clearing, their blood coated the ground thickly. The girl was huddled on her knees crying with her head bowed to the ground. White feathers fluttered around her on a soft breeze, most getting stuck in the blood, staining the once pure color. Folded white wings stretched behind the girls back, untouched from the gore surrounding her. Her short hair was just as white until the girl reared back screaming.
Her scream held sorrow and helplessness. She screamed to the sky and as if to answer a strong wind blew into her face lifting her white hair into hair. the white strands changed as they danced in the air. the wind stopped blowing, the girl stopped screaming. Her head lowered, pink hair falling around her face, her eyes opened revealing glowing green irises.
That was the night of her fifth birthday.