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Chapter 1

Christina

Every day, I look upon the faces of other people and think about them. What they're hiding. What they're thinking. What kind of life they live. The only thing I know for sure is that their life is different from mine. Dramatically different. And yet, I wonder what my life would be if it were different. Normal, in fact. Maybe even human.

Then ~ September 17th, 1502

I was born in the year 1486 on March 6th. My parents were Lord Raphael and Lady Annetta Lavitski. Living in Vienna, Italy we were happy. September 17th was the day of my father's birthday. The funny thing about him back then, was that he never seemed to age; he always stayed the same. One time, I asked my mother why father always looked young, when there were streaks of grey in her brown hair. She simply replied, "Your father takes good care of himself, he knows how to look young and handsome but you can see the age in his eyes." I'll never forget what she said to me, for it explains so much.

Seeing as it was my father's birthday I decided it would be appropriate to buy him a present with the money I earned myself. My mother would always buy my father's gifts for me, but because I was 16 I felt like I was free to do whatever I wanted. If there was one thing I knew about my father, it would be that he loved weapons. In the house we would have weapons hanging on the walls, even a room dedicated to weaponry; maces; throwing knives; bow and arrows; long swords; daggers; crossbows; and even axes. I decided that my father lacked the collection of daggers, so that would be his birthday gift.

The town was bustling with life as I entered the wrought iron gates. Already I could hear people hailing sales across the streets. It was lively; it felt so good just to be there. I was so in awe that I didn't realise that there was a woman reeling a cart along the street and I accidently bumped into her, tipping her cart on its side and sending the contents of apples rolling over the mud.

"I am so sorry, I didn't see you there! Here let me help you with those," I said, as I saw she was beginning to pick up her items. She looked to be an old woman, wearing grey rags and a black shawl over her head, covering her fare white hair. I knelt down on the ground next to her, picking up her apples; I noticed that she was trying to avoid my gaze. "Are you okay there?"

She didn't answer, but when I went to pick up another apple for her I didn't notice that she was reaching for the same one and very gently touched my hand. It was like this cold shiver went through my fingers, up my arm and then down my spine. She immediately grabbed hold of my wrist, ignoring the apple that fell to the floor and looked me in the eye, and that was when I noticed. Her eyes were almost all pure white. Here irises were hidden behind a cloud of white, which told me that the old crone was close to death. But, my, did she have a grip on her.

She stared at me with a cold look and said, "You need to be careful, my pretty. Things aren't always what they seem; people aren't who they say they are."

"Get your hand off me!" I yelled, she frightened me so much by her words and I shook my wrist out of her grasp. That was when she picked up her cart and carried on her walk, leaving me sat on the floor in the middle of the town, confused, scared and worried. What was she talking about? What gave her the right to tell me such things? I didn't mean to tip her cart – that was only an accident. It couldn't have been because of that, could it?

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-Caz :D