Monday, December 9th, 1996, the day I was born. It was...from what I remember from what my parents told me, a rather cold night. Very dark as well, since I was born at around 1:06 am, but the full moon shed enough light to illuminate the dark surroundings, heh, should have been taken as a sign as to what I would turn out to be. But lets start from the beginning. When my life was as to be expected, to be in the light. Who wouldns sake.
By age five, things were normal, normal as any child who had parents that were rather odd in a way. After all, one held a Millennium Item, an ancient mystical item created in Ancient Egypt by a Pharaoh and his loyal people, oh how I despise them, and one who was a famous architect. Lets not forget my little sister, Mage, who was probably the most normal out of us all. She was such a little cutie, having my fathers delicate green eyes. I on the other hand had my mothers purple eyes. Yes, purple. Cool, right?
Everything was so peaceful, nice and calm, even at school. Course, I wasnd be a witch or something and turn them all into toads, how silly. That would be where my love for roses comes in, I would always go to the schools spikes pierced my skin and imbedded themselves within my arm.
By that point in time, everything was as it had always been, an interesting sort of peaceful. I loved it. I loved the light and everything that went with it, but that all changed in a second. It all changed the day my parents decided to take me and my sister to the museum where my father worked in Domino City. The day I lost everything.
