You know, when you grow up as a poor girl, you always dream.
You dream what it would be like to have money, and to be able to do whatever you want.
You look at the world thinking it isn't fair. The way some people just throw money away on stupid little things, while you and so many others are struggling just to get food on the table.
I had a dream, I wanted to change that
That's why I trained and trained and trained, until I wasn't able to stand anymore, until I had to struggle just to breath, I had to be stronger, faster, smarter, and better then anyone else.
By my side stands my guardian ghost, Darren, whom I trusted more then anyone. Most likely because he's my brother, who gave his live so I could keep mine.
My name is Ella, and I'm a street rat with a dream. I dream of a world without hunger, or poverty. A world in which everyone has a chance to live, learn, dream and hope, And mostly a world in which us shamans are no longer the outcasts of society. A world where we don't have to hide are abilities and our talents.
I hope I can make my dream come to life, by winning the shaman tournament and becoming shaman queen.
And I know the road is long and hard, but I just have to try..
For me my brother and everyone else who suffers in this world.
I just gotta hold on to what I believe in
