Sometimes I thought it was unfair, that before someone is before they're branded with their zodiac and from then on it seems like everything is decided. The charts from centuries ago tells their personality, who they're compatable with, what you strengths and weaknesses are, and what job you should have. I heard people say that that's not true, that everyone can choose their own destiny and nothing is decided for us.
I wish I could believe them, and I probably should. Time and time again evidence has been brought before me, people breaking free of their symbols and leading their own paths but time and time I myself have found people bound to at least one vital attribute that shapes thier lives completely.

Alot of times though I found myself questioning my opinion on the matter.
Sounds strange, I know, but the constant bitter feeling kept pulsing in my mind. Maybe it was because I hate seeing people bound to something so trivial like birds born in a rusty cage.
So easy to break, yet never quite able too.
Or maybe it's because I'm simply jealous. Jealous like a small child.

I was technically born without a zodiac, I know I must have one but what that is I have no clue.

"Animals dont get zodiacs" my mother would always say as she brushed my hair. "Always remember that, Nashi. People have zodiacs. They have futures, and destinies, and the opportunity to love. You don't."

That was around when I was 5. I barely remeber that period in my life, as many do but that moment when I first learned that I'm animal is burned into my memory. I asked her continuously why I was an animal but she just smiled bitterly and continue to brush my hair. She would also sing to me,
though I don't think it was for comfort.
The lyrics were kind of pretty and her voice was so somber and eerie I remember getting goose bumps.

Little little little bird.
Never shall you fly.
Tiny tiny tiny bird.
come now, don't you cry.
Bidry bird, in your golden cage.
while you sing so soft and sweet I see you filled with rage...

Again, at the time it was so confusing. Looking back, it kind of seems my life used to be a riddle. Then again it still kind of is.
It wouldn't be until I hit age twelve would things make sense. Kind of.

I was troussed up like a doll, my insanely long hair pinned up in an elborate style, wrapped in a satin and gauze robe with a little powder blue flower pattern and an obi with white and light blue lillies on embroidered water. My face was painted like a girls and I was set on a tiny stool with a gold thread pillow. I looked around confused, trying to figure out why the three men I had never met before were painting me and primping me.
It was a long silver haired man who was slowly turning me into a girl,
a shaggy black haired man hoisted me up onto the stool with a kind but forced smile, and finally another black haired man with a stern cold face gave m instructions.
"No more looking around. Got it? Just look forward or better yet, at your feet."
He grabbed my chin to make sure I was paying attention and stop my wandering eyes. "Secondly; don't speak. I'm sure you have questions but from here on out they don't matter. Hold your tongue."

I nodded, fiddling with my hands. Despite his words I found it hard not to ask. The night before my mother told me to get sleep because I was in for a big day.
On her way out of my room I vaguely remember her whispering "The animal sold to his new master"

"Third" He half way mumbled "We'll be taking you to a new house. That will be your new home."

I opened my mouth in protest but was cut off before I could even take a breath.

"It. Will be. Your new home."

(Yeah I know it sucks but I'm having fun writing it~ ^^ If you like it, hooray!
If you don't sorry but..don't read it?)