Preface

Pika's P.O.V.

Different.

That is what I am.

I didn't know it for a while, I didn't even remember my own name!

My adoptive parents had found me out in the snow one day, six years ago. They said I was too beautiful to leave behind. The age of five, already long brown hair. My innocent brown eyes got them right away. I couldn't remember anything, just one name I heard somebody call me in the back of my mind: Pika.

So, they took me home. They just didn't notice the marks on my legs.

Brown coloring around. And did I mention, it was furry?