She thought differently, not much of a people person. Even though she loved her friends and family, she was at her pique while alone. People may marvel at the world she keeps hidden. But, maybe not. In a world full of bitterness, she chooses to protect that magic. Growing up, she gave little pieces. To share that this life isn't a curse. She wanted to share what magic she has found, but too many times these small gifts were shattered. Maybe she's an old soul. It seems like forever since their was an honest connection. So 'proper' communication was a forgotten skill. So maybe she's passionate one moment, and spiritless the next. She's fallen into a darkness, still protecting what magic she's got left.
There is an intelligence to this darkness. Her little light wasn't helping to find what the source was, so she ended up leaving it in the safest spot she could find. She was curious. She needed to see where the darkness came from. So she dove in. Dread, hatred, selfishness, the darkest corners brought out the darkest of thoughts. She thought of ending it. For their was no point in living in a world full of this negativity. But she kept power housing through the pressure and depression. She found the end. Nothing there but a child cowered in a dark corner. Hurt and tired herself, she reached her hand. 'Lets get through this together' she said to the small child. The child, untrusting, looked up and said 'are you sure you are ready for THIS journey?'
