My father is the king. I knew that he would disapprove of my conduct, but continued anyway. My clock – heart was becoming slow and soon it would need winding again, and while I knew many a Shinigami who would offer to fix it I wanted to do it myself. I idealised becoming independent and unreliant. All I needed was a marked soul.
A marked soul was one who is born with or acquires some sort of disturbance or gift from our realm, who is not directly from the realm itself. If I could find a human with our eyes or a death note, or one who had knowledge of the death note; then all I would need to do would be to convince them to wind up my heart while they committed an act deemed as a sin. This could be anything from lying to the torturous murder of children. If they did that, I would receive the soul energy that I needed and since they were already tainted, it would not mean punishment. I ideally needed one who didn't have a Shinigami since news could get back to my father that way. Currently there was only one, a human who was born with the eyes but nothing more. He resided in England and so here I was, landing in front of an orphanage with the name of Wammy House.
I changed into my human form, a trait only the children of the king possess. I wore a sky blue dress with a white apron, like the girl from that children's story who has a tendency to follow talking animals with pocket watches. It contained clocks and time, and so I knew of it. I became a slight, young, girlish woman. My wings combusted into my body and hid themselves. My hair colour stayed the same but my hair grew down to my waist. My eyes remained the glittering red that they were. My scar was also identical to my other form. Now humans could see me. I then made my way through the large gates.
The children in the garden continued to play but two of them noticed my presence. A little twelve year old androgynous boy with hair like a girl and a fiery soul that seemed to burn, ran towards me and stopped a few steps away. "Who are you?" he asked, attempting to be threatening while taking a bite from a brown bar of solidified cocoa and milk, which I believe they call chocolate. I thought for a moment before replying. "Alice". I took the name of the girl I appeared to resemble. He nodded. "I'm Mello" he replied, pointing at himself proudly. "No you're not" I retorted, reading his name. "Your name is Miheal Kheel."
The boy looked shocked, then scared. He backed away a little "H-how?" he replied. "I see it. When I look at people's faces I know their name." He blinked a few times before grabbing my wrist and running into the building, dragging me along behind him. "Where are you taking me?" I asked him. "You'll see" he answered. Eventually we were both stood outside a door.