"Get out! We don't want you here, you Witch!," My father screamed angrily at me. I looked up at my father in tears. "How can you say that to your own daughter!," I exclaimed, tears started building up in my eyes. "Because you're not our daughter!," My father exclaimed angrily and my mother swallowed. "We took you in all those years ago! You were an infant left at our doorstep," My father continued, "But if we had known what you was, if we had known about your magic, we would never have taken you in! You're a monster! GO! And never come back!," I swallowed once more, holding back my tears. I'm only fourteen years old. Where would I go? I then grabbed my dark black coat and opened the door to our house. "If you don't want me here! I'm going to find a real family! A family who loves me!," I exclaimed. Slamming the door behind me when I left the house and never turned back.

I find the forest and the beach with the crystal clear sea very longing.

As I sat in the sand, eating some of the food a strange woman in the jungle had offered me, I started to wonder. She had spoken of me in such a strange way. She had called me a child of the sea. But why.

I slowly sang myself to sleep that night. My hand on the necklace that I had left of the time when my adoptive parents love me.

My magic is something that makes me special. Why can't people understand that?