When I awoke in the forest, all I could see for a few moments was the moon shining down at me. The moon, its comforting light a brilliant gleam in my eyes. I sat up, examining my body; I was dressed in a green dress with gold lining that fell down to my bare feet. It appeared that my skin was a rich mocha color, and I peered into a nearby puddle to discover the color of my eyes; my eyes glowed tawny green with golden streaks ringing about the center.
"Your name is Sage Topaz, and you are the spirit of Samhain," the moon told me, but that was all he ever said to me.
And that was forever ago.