"Mommy?" Abigail asked, "Why can't I go outside and play with the other kids?" Her mother, Aisuru Sekushi, only smiled. "Because Tabby, you have a special gift and some might not like it." Abigail crossed her arms over her chest. "Its my eyes isn't it?" She huffed. Aisuru lightly laughed. "Not just that. You can do amazing things, but we don't know how powerful those powers are yet."
"Ohhh," Abigail said. "Then mommy, can we go play another day?"
Aisuru crouched to Abigail's level. "Tell you what, since your 7th birthday is tomorrow how's about we do wherever you want for the whole day. We can play at the park or get some ice cream. Does that sound good?"
Abigail nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Oh yes mommy!"
Aisuru smiled at her little daughter. "Now let's go and get you ready for bedtime. We have a big day tomorrow."
Abigail followed her mother sleepily up the stairs. As she gently pushed the covers over her small body she wished her daughter a good night and exited the room.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Abigail yelled as she came running down the stairs to greet her mom, who was usually up at this time, but when she made it to the kitchen no one was there. Confused, she looked all over the house, but found not a living soul.
"She might be at Aunt Kira's." she thought aloud, and started her way to the house.
As she slid the door open she could smell bacon and eggs cooking. "Aunt Kira?" she yelled. "Tabby?" a voice answer. Suddenly a head popped out from a hallway, "What are you doing here?" she rushed to the girl, making sure she was okay. "I'm okay, but I can't find mommy anywhere."
Silent tears fell from her soft, pale face. "And I'm so worried."
In an instant Kira's arms were around the child. "It's alright my puppet." she whispered to her, "I'm here." she placed her hands on her shoulders and took a scoot back. "Come now, stop your cry. It'll be alright." She wiped away the girl's tears.
"Im tr-trying." Kira stood and took the young child's hand. "I'm sure she'll come back soon. Until then you can stay here and wait. Okay?" Abigail nodded.
But Abigail's mother never came back. Never a note, call, nothing. The only thing she ever got was a strange piece of paper with some kind of ancient writing on it.
Though the years Abigail grew and was raised by her aunt. On her 16th birthday her aunt started acting strange.
That night she was attacked and she ran. And this, my dear readers, is where our true story, begins.