((12 years ago))
The young girl waves to her friends as her mother waits patiently outside of the house. The light-haired girl turns around and violet orbs met dark brown.
"Mom, I'm back!"
"Yes dear I see that."
The five-year-old frowns as she sees her mother's expression and asks. "What's wrong okaa-san? You didn't catch a cold, did you?" She says as she puts her hand on her mother's forehead. The woman smiles and removes the girl's hand from her head.
"No, your father and I want to talk to you about something." She lifts the curtain where the door would be and her father was seated on one side of the round table and a stranger sits right next to him.
She looks up her mother. "Who is he?" Her mother returns a sad smile down upon her. "He's going to be your Master until he thinks you are ready to return." Once she understands she is going to do training somewhere else, the young girl was afraid to ask the final question, "Will I ever see you again?"
"Only time will tell, honey." Her father replies as he avoids eye contact with his only child.
((Present))
'Now I understand why okaa-san and oto-san were very sad on the day of my departing from home.' She closes her eyes then opens them again then turns her head towards the sky. 'I was different from other children. Normally, a child would inherit their ascendants' genes, but I didn't. They probably wish to have a family and live to see their child all grown up and spoil their grandchildren.' She lifts a hand as if reaching for the blue sky. 'The agony of difference kills me slowly as I bring smile on many faces. My master told me that if I ever met someone who is identical to my own, then I know I'm not alone.' "Hey," one of her friends slung an arm around her shoulder. "Miss Mystic, you missed a spot."
"Huh?" She blinks. "Where?"
"Right here." The friend smirks as she points to the light hair on the mystic's head. "You need to stop pushing yourself, this makes the other two worry to death." The friend conks her on the head. "You know nobody wants to be alone, even if they wanted it."
The seventeen-year-old sticks out her tongue stupidly. "Heh. I forgot about that. Sorry." She mumbles.
"I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
"Ok." She snuck over to her worn out bag and pull out a stuffed animal. 'You can't change the past. No matter how many times you want to try. Some things are meant to be as they are.'
((9 years ago))
"Look, what do you notice about this plant?" The younger mystic looks over her master's shoulder and peers down at the small bud while others bloomed already.
"This one is late." He smiles in praise.
"What does it mean?"
"Wait. I know this one..." She taps her head with her index finger. "Something has to do with winter, right master?" He nods.
"During the harsh, cold winter there are two things can happen. One, go to sleep or two, die of freezing cold. Just as we humans strive to live."