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Chapter One

The Beginning

It was my eleventh birthday.

The sun was a constant figure in the sky with no clouds in sight. I never liked seeing such a blank slate above me. With no rain then there wouldn't be enough food to fill the people of Sairando's stomachs. Only the rich. I turn my gaze toward my father's house, one of the mansions that could be seen no matter where a person stood in Stella. It was no doubt that my family would be the first to be fed, only a few behind the king. Looking back at the town it bustled with life. Why not feed the slaves first, since they did most of the work. I couldn't imagine how horrid it must have been for them. My father had assigned me my own slave, an older kimunkle woman, though she reminded me of my mother and couldn't bear ordering the her around.

"Hinata," a deep voice sounded out, stern and demanding. I faced my father who stood in one of the doorways of his mansion. He stared at me with those deep, cold eyes and I still could never figure out how the sun could dry up all the rain, but never melt his eyes. "You shouldn't stay outside. You'll fall ill," he said, penetrating my soul with just his gaze. I stared at him, searching for something, trying to reach out to him with the soul I knew he could see within my eyes, but he didn't accept my offer. He never did. Adverting my eyes, I looked out at the city again.

"Yes, father," I said, barely above a whisper. Without another word I entered the mansion into its cool shade. The fire from the sun instantly washed away, leaving me overexerted. Leaning against the wall, I slowly took in even breaths. This happened every time I spent anymore than an hour outside. I was born sick with a weak heart and even weaker immune system. I wasn't exactly the best first born of a martial arts clan. I couldn't even beat the sun in a natural battle. I knew that my father didn't love me as my mother had. She said that even though my body was sick, she knew that my soul was stronger than anyone else's. My hands clasped around the pendant my mother gave me the night she passed. Feeling it in my fist I felt the strength my mother spoke about, feeling it flow through my body.

After a few minutes I composed myself, pushing away from the wall and returning to my room. Every moment I spent there I felt like a caged animal, too weak to even attempt to break free. I'd spend most all of the day in there, gazing out of the one window I had to the world below. A world I had never visited or been remotely close to, but it was a world that vibrated with life and excitement--the very thing I lacked in my confinement. When I was first decided to be kept in my prison I was under the impression that my father only did this out of love and concern for me. It took an overheard conversation for me to realize he was embarrassed of me. It was then I learned that he was training my younger sister of five years to be trained in my stead, but not officially clan heir, though everyone knew that wouldn't last long. My place in the family had all but evaporated with the rain.

Once in my prison it took the rest of my energy to lay in my bed. As I laid there I knew that I would never be as lucky as a regular person. I'd waste away in this room and never mean a thing to the world or--more realistically--anyone. Kyoko, my assigned slave, entered the room with a tray carrying only minimal rations of food that my body could handle.

"Hinata, dear," Kyoko said, whispering into the silence, "It's time for your dinner." I hadn't realized so much time passed, even the sun didn't reveal such a secret. I turned to look at Kyoko as she set the tray on the bedside table. Kyoko smiled warmly at me as she wiped strands of misplaced hair out of my face. She always had the same gentle touch that my mother did.

"Kyoko," I whispered to her, "Do you think I'll ever be able to have my father's love?" Kyoko's smile faded from her face as she cupped her hands around my face.

"Now, honey, don't you be thinking like that. That man may be your father, but he doesn't deserve your love. You have to know that," Kyoko told me, her eyes never wavering from mine. In my head I knew that such a thing be true, but in my heart I couldn't accept it. Was it meant for me to always pine for something that will never be offered, even when it's something as natural as a father loving his own daughter? I didn't know and honestly feared to know the truth. I pulled my face away from Kyoko's hands.

"I'd like to be alone," I said, staring at the opposite wall. I felt Kyoko hesitate for a moment before she rose from the bed, sullenly leaving the room. As I heard the door click shut I allowed my self to take a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. It hit me in the face just how pathetic I really was. I laid in my bed trying to control my breathing and to keep back my tears. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness, something I learned at a young age from my unforgiving father. I didn't know how I could live like that much longer. There were too many reminders slammed into my face of how useless I was to my family. And I decided I wouldn't take it anymore.

Slowly, I rose from the bed, tiptoeing to my closet and dug through all the clothes I owned. As the heiress to the clan I had an impressive wardrobe for the sparing celebrations my father had allowed me to attend. But extravagant gowns weren't what I needed. In the end I found an old outfit that belonged to Kyoko, forgotten at the back of the closet. I changed from my high class garment into the commoner's outfit. It hung loosely on my body, and I figured that I would have to buy another outfit once I left the mansion. I went to my vanity, opening my a box that revealed necklaces, bracelets, earrings and rings. Locating a shoulder bag I loaded the whole box into the bag. Thinking about how much they would sell for, I decided that my money supply would last for awhile. I thought about all my gowns and decided to take one of the less grand ones to sell as well, stuffing it into the bag. By this time the sun was setting behind Stella which draped the city in a warm glow. I smiled, excited and anxious that I would be among the commoners. The only thing stopping me was the sun, but as soon as dusk came I'd be gone along with it.

I walked onto my balcony as the sun started dissappearing behind rock pillars. I looked over the edge to see if the drop would be safe enough, and to my disdain it looked risky,especially with a fragile body. As I pondered whether I should jump I heard the balcony door close behind me. I whipped around to come face to face with my younger sister. She stared at me with the same eyes as my father's only hers held frustration.

"Hanabi," I said quietly,"What are you doing here?" Hanabi continued to stare at me, as if trying to solve a puzzle. Then she started laughing, a dead, hallow laugh. "Hanabi...?" I asked.

"No," she spoke finally. "What are you doing here? I mean no one wants you here. We aren't even allowed to talk about you. People don't even know you exist," she rambled on, shaking her head and clenching her fists. "So why are you heiress. Everyone knows you're just going to die soon! Why can't Father just give the title to me and get it over with?"

"H-hanabi..." I stumbled, unsure of what to say. I didn't know how to respond to that, but she didn't need me to. She glared at me, hatred poured through it and pierced into my own.

"But he won't. Know why?" Hanabi continued without bothering for an answer. "Because he's too proud to admit his own blood turned out so weak. He's ashamed that you even exist. But if you died then he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore."

"Hanabi... What are you saying?" I asked hesitantly. I never knew she was able to wield such words, then again I never had the leisure of getting to know my own sister.

"I want you to die," she said so calmly that I didn't know that she really meant it until she pushed me. I stumbled backwards, tripping over the side of my balcony I twisted in the air so I was facing downward. Hearing an owl hoot, I closed my eyes anticipating the fall, tensing my shoulders up to protect my neck with my hands outstretched. But I never hit the ground. I heard the sound of flapping wings surround me. Opening my eyes I looked to see white wings ridden with a soft brown protruding from my back. I floated there, flapping my wings and staring at them and after a few moments looked up at my sister. She leaned over the balcony and stared incredulously. Even twenty feet away in the growing dark I could see the tears flowing from her eyes.

"Why won't you just die?" she yelled at me before running back into the mansion. I stayed there never looking away from my balcony. My own sister tried to murder me and all I could think about was how had I been such a horrible person. I didn't move until there wasn't any sign left of the sun, but I could still see my surroundings clearly. I floated to the ground before willing my wings to retract. My new wings may have saved my life, but they also ensured another life as a prisoner. I knew I'd have to be careful and not use my power unless an emergency demanded it. Slinging my shoulder bag over my head, I gave one last glance at the mansion, giving Kyoko a silent good bye. Turning on my heel I made off toward the rest of Stella, ready to start my new life.

That was five years ago.

Author's Note: Please review. Constructive criticism is always loved, if you see any mistakes please tell me. I hope you like this idea and I'm having fun writing it. I'm not being as strict with this piece as I am with Hyuuga at Hogwarts, but I'm sure I'll be updating this story soon.