Torn from the home Anya had grown up all of her 9 year old life. Ripped from her family, friend, and everything she knew. All of this was due to one thing the large eccentric club symbol that took up on her wrist.
Her family was a simple group of 4's and her younger sister a five that lived out in a obscure town near the mountains in clubs. Nothing had ever seemed out of the ordinary about them.
They never got news quickly. Heck, until the guards came in search of the new king they town never even knew he was dead. All still believed that the king was alive, accept Anya.
She remembered clearly the dinner that she had felt it at. In the middle of a story from her Elder sister Yekaterina ,a burning appeared on her wrist not enough to be horrible that she couldn't ignore but still heart beat faster and the room began spinning, and everything went black as she felt herself fall off the chair and onto the ground.
She didn't know what the pooling dread in her heart was at the time ,but found out soon.
I do not have a good reason for the nyotalia characters, besides my comfort zone in writing, sorry.
