AN: This is inspired by Harry Potter and the metamorphmagus ability. As you can't write your own stories, that's why it's posted under HP. I don't own Harry Potter or the idea of the metamorphmagus ability.
Prologue
On a sunny day in April (the fourteenth to be exact), a woman was giving birth in a penthouse in New York City. Her name was Amara Celeste Opal. Her husband's name was Apollo Blaise Opal.
"I am going to kill you after this, Apollo!" Amara screeched as she was coming out.
"Of course, dear," Apollo responded with a smile, knowing that she didn't mean it.
"Here she is," the midwife handed Amara the girl.
"Her name is Sapphire Jade Opal," Amara said, with a massive smile on her face, chest heaving, and face pouring sweat.