Prologue
Scratch, scratch. The white quill left a trail of black ink on the spotless paper. Scratch, scratch. The figure writing on the parchment straightened up, long golden-brown braid whipping over her shoulder. Squeak, squeak. The beautiful woman made little noise as she slipped out the door.
The note read:
I’m sorry.
I have to go back. I have to see my world again.
Goodbye.
The man in the house woke up to an explosion.
An anguished cry sounded, high and painful, full of loss and devastation, full of the loss of someone he loved.
“Krystal!” he sobbed. “Come back!”
The little girl woke up to her father sobbing. At three, she didn’t understand what was happening. All she realised was that her mother would never hold her again.
That day, father and daughter mourned. The girl grew up without a mother, without someone to care for her. Her father grieved for the woman he loved, leaving his daughter to care for herself. She never really knew her mother- her maiden name or where she came from. They lost her that day, but why? One day, the little girl promised herself, she would find out.
