Fezmania, a land lying in ruins after corruption seeped into the fibers of order. A barren waste land slowly depriving itself from nutriants as evil fills the being of the worlds occupants. It was around that time, the time when Fezmania first started to die, that a child was born. A baby girl who was born with light batches of crimson red hair ontop of her head. Of course, at the time nothing was thought of her red hair, a shade just shy of blood. At the time no one noticed the land around her that decomposed under her little toddler feet when she became old enough to walk. It wasn't until she was seven, her crimson hair grown all the way to her waist, the she noticed what happened after she touched living things.
She had no choice but to notice, when her mother dropped to the ground at her feet after she touched the woman's cheek. It hadn't gone unnoticed, even to her child eye, how her mother always seemed to be drained after touching her.
"Pyuri? What just happened?" The girls father walked in, his set deep while fatigue was etched into his features when he appeared infront of her. Obsidian black eyes widened in shock. "Pyuri?" There was his daughter, so young and innocent, standing over her mothers limp figure which was undoubtably from death. It was then, on a closer look at Pyuri's crystal blue eyes, that he saw an intricate mark forming right underneath her left black in color, holding a saphire blue tint to it, and in his opinion was shaped like the eye of a dragon, pupil narrowed to a slit and all.