Kaklandra had few memories before the age of six. She could have had her memory wiped for all she knew. Those she had were stained upon her memory as blood is on a snow white shirt. They were small glimpses of a life she once had. Mostly just a glimpse of a smile here and there but was always foggy. Sometimes she believed they were just memories made up with her young mind. But her last memory was real and clear. It was of her mother her once beautiful features distorted with bloody cuts. There was blood everywhere. And as her little self kneeled beside her dying mother, tears running down her cheeks her mother grabbed her and barely made out her desperate words to her daughter.
"Kaklandra…Kaklandra…come here do not be afraid…you have to be strong and re…" She coughed and blood came out, she swallowed knowing she must tell her daughter something before she was gone. "Remember…remember your destiny…."She sighed and she died as she said her daughter's name.