Millian was a 8 year old girl who lived in the Johnson estate in London of the UK. She had a beautiful older sister and mother along with a handsome father who all loved her very much.
( December 31, 1874)
Millian was outside gazing at the snow glazed garden, when her sister came outside and sat next to her on the bench. Millian smiled at her sister "Aninimea." Millian said with a bright smile, Aninimea smiled back beautifully. "Hello Millian, do you mind if I sit with you for a while..?" Aninimea asked in her gentle voice. "No, not at all." Millian replied she started kicking her feet looking at the snow."Do you like the snow Millian?" Aninimea asked. "Oh, very much so." Millian replied smiling. When Millian spotted a winter rose in the garden she jumped off of the bench, and walked up to the bush gently picking the rose. "Look Aninimea! I found a winta rose!" She said and ran up to Aninimea holding it up to her face. "Here!" She offered the rose to Aninimea. Aninimea stared at the rose for a moment the smiled taking it and smelling it. "How lovely. Thank you Millian" She said and got up. "I'll be going inside now, Okay?" Aninimea asked and walked inside of the mannor. Millian stared at her as she walked inside of the mantion. "I wish I could be as elegant and lovely as Aninimea" Millian whispered to herself.
The next day a sudden fire started in the mansion and everything was swarming men were all over the place killing servants, and Millian's parents. Millian woke up over her butler, Andrew's shoulder noticed him running away from the house, Millian also saw her sister Aninimea running toward her. "Millian!" Aninimea shouted holding her dress and running as fast as she could. "Andrew bring her back!" Aninimea demanded as tears streamed down her face. Millian teard up and reached for her big sister. "Aninimea~!" She screamed for her sister, banging her small fist on the man's back. "Aninimea! Help me!" She cried. Aninimea was stopped by someone grabbing her long hair and pulling her back stabbing her once in the chest. Aninimea coughed blood and fell on her knees, Millian's tears continued flowing as her eyes widend. "Ani..nimea..." she said quietly as she started kicking and hitting Andrew to let her go. "Let go!" She continued to scream as she was being carried further and furthur from the estate until she couldn't see it anymore.
(Janurary 2, 1882)
Millian or Mill as she now prefered to be called, clenched her robe and kicked her feet forward as strongly as she could in the blizzard. She was now in the Jersey deserts of the United Kingdom. Mill hadn't eaten for two days and had been continuously walking non-stop until she finally collapsed in the middle of the blizzard. She could feel a warm hand on her cheek then on her forehead, she opend her eyes a little to see a pale boy with white hair..it looks faded his eyes were light green and he stood up off of the bed where Mill was lying. "Are you alright?"He asked in a gentle voice. Mill sat up and felt in her robe for her gun, but it wasn't in her possession but it was on a chair to the left of the bed. "I'm not here to hurt you Mill, I just came by to help you." He announced. "H-jow do you know my name?!" Mill shouted, the boy just smiled and leaned forward towards her.
~Cliffhanger.~