Never in her long and disappointing life had she thought she would see so many familiar faces. Right inside the gaping wound that used to hold the grand entrance to her home was painting. The contents of which broke her heart. Her families loving eyes stared out, her eldest brother's dark hair catching the light perfectly, to show the strange color it would become when he used his gifts, his doe eyes full of love and hope for his coming reign. BeomSeok's lips in a firm expression attempting to mirror the man he so closely resembled. His SoulMatch's own hair the raven black that their son had gained, her large doe eyes and delicate face as unblemished as the first time Teileo had seen her. She looked like this world's definition of a fae, her face round and skin porcelain smooth, there was something otherworldly about her youthful face, along with her cunning almond shaped purple eyes. The color they became when she used her gifts. The lovely couple stood behind a young boy with all the characteristics of youth. Ruddy cheeks that hid his eyes as he smiled widely, short arms encircling the neck of a young Taehyung. Her nephew's smile wide and nose crinkled as the painting caught his laughter. His hanbok was crooked as he hadn't been able to sit still unless his friend could sit with him. Ears too large for his head, but something he was sure to grow into. Their family was beautiful, all wearing the bright colors of spring to showcase their youth. Something she still couldn't get over. No longer able to stand looking at their faces, she let her eyes wander to the next person.

Next to her eldest brother stood her grandfather. The thin line of his mouth, and generally blank expression hard to decipher, but she could see the laughter dancing in his eyes as he stared at her. His dark attire doing nothing to hide his mass, the wide shoulders and thick muscles he'd put to use when assisting the kingdom building things shown no matter how much he'd tried to hide it. His long beard kept perfectly to show off his position, while also hiding a few of the scars he'd obtained in the world outside their little bubble. He still looked young, but something about him always showed his age. He'd been one of the first Immortal's to come to Earth and something about him seemed to give away his maturity. As if in stark contrast to the two males on the left side of the painting stood Beom-Su.

Her second brother, his long auburn curls hanging loosely around his shoulders, the top knot he wore always messy compared to the rest of the men in his family. His eyes filled with mischief, the quirk of his full pink lips doing nothing to hide the trickster he was. He wore traditional military colors his youthful appearance hiding the hardened Grand Marshal he was. Where the eldest of the three had his hand resting on his son's shoulder, Beom-Su had his thrown over his SoulMatch's shoulder. The man stood just as tall, and wide as her brother, his skin much darker compared to the families, with hair and eyes the color of the stars, if caught in the right light, they shone just as beautifully. The difference startling at first, but fitting of the quiet male who much preferred to watch his other half's shenanigans to joining in. The man wore opposite color's of his match, his right arm long since gone in a war he hadn't fought of his free will. His gifts were something of a mystery to her, even now. The longer she'd stared at them, the more it hurt. The heartache that she'd been shedding since coming to the ruins of her home were nothing compared to the rending that took her breath away as she found her father's eyes.

In the first few years she'd been told she was a perfect mix of her parents. But the older she'd grown the more she'd realized she didn't look like either of them. Where her father had high cheek bones and almond shaped eyes, he was slender with broad shoulders and strongly corded muscles. His veiny hands long with fingers smooth and thin, often sporting rings of different sizes. He also wore earrings to show off his wealth, but would gladly give them to any child who stared at them. His blonde hair would catch the light of the sun and draw attention immediately, always wore on top of his head in a tight bun, but never with a hat over it. He wore his title with honor and stood tall, never letting his doubts show while he was in public, not even around his own children. He was agile like a cat and was often told he stalked this earth like one. He was as regal and beautiful as a ruling monarch would be. His SoulMatch, much like his youngest son's was his opposite. She had sun-kissed tan skin and calloused fingers. Hair as wild as her, red curls that never laid flat, nor would they stay in a bun, it refused to be tamed, much like her adventurous mother. The woman who wasn't afraid to run after wayward children and climb trees to fetch things lost in branches. She wore her foreign heritage with pride. Not afraid to make mistakes with the language and culture and all the more loved for it. She'd often find herself with the newest members of the kingdom, teaching them in her unique way what was expected of them and what she had encountered in her time there. Her loose gowns and jackets often the talk of the town. She was a daring woman who loved with everything, but as loving as she was, she was protective of what was hers. Her life spent keeping her kingdom safe and providing for those who asked. Her brothers were carbon copies of their parents, where as she... was an outsider.

Finding herself wasn't difficult, she was kneeling in front of her parents as she was always depicted. Her eyes didn't hold the same laughter, didn't hold the same youth. Her lips were downcast in a frown and shoulders tense. Her long black hair was often times used as a shield to hide her from the others. Her eyes weren't looking out of the painting but rather at the two boys next to her. Her hands bunched in her skirt as she watched to two goof around. Even at that age she was thin and fragile looking. Her skin not as tanned as the others, her hair holding no shine from the sun. It was clear she wasn't like the others, it was even more clear when seeing the whole family together. She had always and would always be an outlier.

"Who are you?" A voice asked, it sounded from further in the castle closer to where she'd stood while she'd watched her whole world burn.