Prolouge: At the age of three years old I was adopted by a mysterious man out of an old orphanage. If he would ever talk to me he would whisper so quietly , like if his words were a little delicate feather drifting down in the wind. As a "daughter" I grew attached to taught me what feelings and words were, I never knew what "happiness" was though. As I grew up with him he always moved around as if he was hiding , hiding from from someone. ( Three years later) My "father" and I were running through a forest for some reason. "Where are we going?",I asked. "Somewhere", he answered. I looked around the forest, it was getting a little dark because it was almost night. We stopped to rest. My father looked at the area we were at. We were near a pond and some very tall trees. We spent a few hours gathering fire wood. As he fell asleep I went to the pond to take a look at myself. I had long red hair and brown eyes. Never did I notice that I felt like someone was watching me. Because of that thought I looked around,nothing was insight. After that I went to sleep. And now begins a story.