Fourteen year old Fox was far from normal. She never used her full name as it was indeed a mouth full. Kellessalyn Lunamay Loremmutatio, my mother must have been more than half mad when she named me, Fox thought. Not that she really ever knew the woman seeing as she died when Fox was only six. Second, she spent most of her time playing video games, especially ones involving magic. Most peculiar perhaps was the gift she never knew she had that would help her fulfill the destiny she had never foreseen.

She now lived with her father, Michael Loremmutatio. Just as she could barely remember her mother, she had very few memories of her father smiling and none of them after her mother's death. Looking at him now as he sat across the room, she saw him gazing at a picture of her mother with a pained expression. What a pair they must have been, she often thought. Her mother with her raven black hair and eyes grey like the sea in a storm. She had legs of impressive length but she seemed completely proportionate. Her mother's skin was a creamy and attractive blend of a soft peach, ivory and alabaster. Her father was her physical opposite in almost every way. Although Fox's parents were similar in height, they were quite tall. Her father stands at an impressive 6'3" and her mother once stood at 5'10".

His hair is a dark blonde and his eyes were as blue as the sky on a clear Winter's day. His skin was a soft tan. Together, her parent's hair seemed to represent day and night and their eyes calm and stormy. Fox herself was an equal mix of both of them. Her stature was quite tall, her being 5'7" at age fourteen. She had her mother's piercing gray eyes and her father's dark blonde hair. Her skin was fair but a few shades darker than her mother. Another feature of her mother's that Fox inherited was her beautiful voice, this was Fox's favourite. Her voice allowed her to sing as she pleased.

Whenever Fox wasn't playing video games or at school, she was singing. Sometimes she sang songs, at other times she sang the melodies that she created in her head. She could create simple songs with only a hand full of notes. She could create symphonies in her head in a few minutes. Her vocal range was impressively large. She could sing the high notes of a practiced soprano or the low, rich tones of a contralto.

Today was Fox's best friend Kayden's fifteenth birthday. Fox and Kayden had known each other since they were in first grade. Kayden was an inch or two shorter than Fox but he never minded. While on her way to Kayden's house, she had to cross several busy streets. While hectic, there was no place Fox would rather live than New York, not that she'd ever admit that.

Crossing the street was rather hazardous but she was use to it. As she approached the final intersection on her journey, Fox was listening to one of her favourite songs: She Wolf by Shakira. With the music playing in her ear, she barely heard the approaching car. She looked to her left and saw a speeding car swerving towards her. Before she could react, the car collided with her body throwing her under it. Fox's head hit the pavement and everything went dark.