"Ah, it's the witch's son, run away or you'll be cursed" a group of children giggles as they run away from a young boy with silver hair. The boy then walks home, crying to a house that surround by to totems that posses ancient writing inscribed on them. The silver hair boy walks in the hall, it is full small spirits cheerfully playing. Normally humans wouldn't be able to see this but this boy can. He makes way to the kitchen where their is a women, "Zarc your back, I made you a snack to eat" the silver hair women suddenly stop, as she noticed the tears in the corner of the boys eyes. "mom I just can stand it how everyone treats you like a witch, I keep trying to explain your a spirit seer but they don't listen" zarc explain frustrated. The women take a moment look at her son. Then grasping the blue pendant around her neck pauses.
"Zarc let me tell you story of are people" the silver hair women makes a kind expression, as she picks up her son and walks him over to the couch. She takes off her pendant and shows it to her son, "this is called the pendulum of the soul. Millenniums ago their was a place where people and spirits lived together".