Chapter One - A Beauty and Abuse
Eavelyn Petaldew Ctialyndra Quirk-Sinopia Moonchild Zerxaniamona Em'rald Shimmershine brushed her ankle-length platinum hair away from her perfectly heart-shaped face. Annoyingly, her sweeping fringe fell back onto her face once more, framing her zaffre blue eyes, that sparkled with sadness at her current state.
The brand on the nape of her neck, in the form of a twelve-pointed star, burned with a fierce intensity but she calmly remembered what her sensei had told her and pushed the pain aside with an expert skill that would have made any ninja blush with jealousy and admiration. She pulled the waterfall that was her silky hair over shoulder and turned round, looking back into the full length mirror (with an ornate gilt frame carved with vines that she had inherited from the grandmother her adopted parents refused to talk about) hanging from her dismal and dilapidated walls, so that she could survey the damage inflicted on her ivory skin. She could only glimpse it but that was enough to see that it was, for an unknown reason, glowing a bright amaranth cerise, as if her body was rejecting the vile mutilation on her pure and tender flesh. Luckily, despite this attempted marr on her beauty, the tear-shaped birthmark that her parents had been attempting to cover up, as it too offended them with its uniqueness and special qualities, was still visible. It always had been.
Sighing, she turned back to face the mirror, swinging her hair back over her shoulder so that it brushed against the back of her heels and tickled her back. She stepped back to survey herself, almost knocking against the back of the large ebony chair that she had inherited from her other grandmother, who her abusive and morally sick adoptive parents also refused to mention. From here she could clearly see the streak in her hair, all seven colours of the rainbow arranged in perfect order, which hung by the side of her face and was singed at the bottom from where her horrid guardians had tried to burn it away, citing that it was freakish and against nature. The streak had resisted the flames, however, and - even now - was already growing back to its normal length. It also reverted back to its original colour whenever dyed, which was often.
Her hourglass figure was enrobed in a white and flowing dress, which was pleated at the top to enhance her 32DD breasts and then cinched at the waist to show off her femininine curves. To preserve her modesty and avoid looking like one of the slags she so often sadly observed on street corners selling their precious virginities and souls for just one more bottle of Jack Daniels, the dress extended almost as long as her beautiful hair, grazing her slender ankles - which were often admired by all and sundry - and making her look like an angel or a less promiscuous Aphrodite. It looked like this:
Suddenly she heard her mother shrieking for her to come and complete her chores, which were arduous and cruel. Knowing that she could take this abuse no longer, she took a running leap and leapt from her full-wall window and soared across this pavement, flying over the heads of the people below her to both their and her surprise and flew off into the sunset. Something important was calling her. She just knew it. It appeared to be the call of nature.
End Chapter One