A/N: Holy Zesus everyone, I have made another story! My abandonment issues are gone and it's sticking around. I figured I start off with something that lets me have a little more originality and then ease my way back to anime fanfics. So not to bore you any further with this note, I give you lovely readers a new story.

Enjoy.


Prologue

From the time I was four to the ripe age of thirteen, my mother always gave me a lecture at every birthday like a life mantra. "Siren, my sweet child. You have a special gift that is well hidden from the eyes of humans, but that does not mean that they are either blind or deaf. With your gift, you must be fully equipped with high awareness of your surroundings, or you will suffer greatly from the abuse that humans will unleash upon you, both physically and mentally. When you leave, you must find your own placement within this world and gain acceptance and love for your whole being; for we, not just as witches, but living beings as well, are placed in this world to give and receive love. Most humans have forgotten this and wage wars against one another because of petty things like greed and revenge, but just like everything else in this world, change is evident and whether it's big or small, it will affect everyone." My mother instilled this into my very being to both protect and teach me about the world outside our cottage in the woods.

When I turned thirteen, I left the cottage and my mother without looking back, because a witch is not meant to look to the past, but to look straight into the present and dream about the possible futures that the world holds. With a small dagger at my hip, my life savings under my cloak and a suitcase with half of my belongings, I stepped out of the forest for the time and began the trek of finding my placement in this world.

My name is Siren von Rue and at present, I am 20 spring cycles and have ventured across the kingdoms of Fortwood, Crestfal, Po and Juro. I have had four homes and many of jobs in my travels, and as I enter into the kingdom of Kilter I feel that my search is going to be an endless cycle of wandering until my life's candle is snuffed out.