Aurora. When I was named after the sleeping beauty my mother intended for the outcome to be that I would gain some of the princesses gifts. Her beauty and her ability to help and meet new people were unprecedented. She wished that the gifts bestowed by the three fairy godmothers onto the original princess would be reflected onto myself. Only when I got older did I realize the extent to what her wishes would mean to me.
I was born in the midst of terror at my home. My mother had died a few days after my birth, some type of infection caused by the doctors incompetence. A few months later my brother died in the stables, trampled by the calmest horse my father had ever trained. At his funeral an older woman from our town walked up the casket and said that she could hear him speaking. She leaned down for a moment before she turned around and her eyes made contact with mine. She screamed at me not just a shriek in terror, telling the entire town that it was my fault and that I was the reason he died. That woman died two weeks later, burned at the stake after the townspeople came to the conclusion that she was a witch and that was the reason for her outbreak. I don't know truly if I was the reason for the pain and strife in my family and town. I at least never meant to do anything to hurt anyone. It just seemed to be that everywhere I went, death followed. By the time I was twelve my entire family had fallen victim to some sort of tragedy. When that time came, when I had no one to turn to, the people of my town shunned me, some more than others who had begun to believe the notion that I was a child of Satan. Before they could kill me as well, I ran away. I ran all the way to France, and from there, to England.
I worked as a medic assistant for the longest period of my time in England. And old doctor took me under his wing, teaching me the ways to healing with medicines and herbs that could be found around us. Mr. Datrum was a kind man with a old soul, and when he passed he left his small fortune to me so that I could follow my own dreams. I was going out to begin my life when the War began. I wasn't enlisted into the working force until two years had gone by and it was at that point they were most desperate for help. With my mind packed full of knowledge in healing I quickly became a success within the ranks, earning me rewards and such for helping save young lives and old lives just the same. When the war ended I decided to take a break from the gruesome and terrifying world of medicine and lay back for a while. A colleague suggested that I go to a small town she had visited with her husband in Scotland. Iverness was a little village that I couldn't help but adore. The only thing that could have made the trip any better and did on that day was Halloween.