All over the city, Great of all ages, sizes and colour walked around in colourful robes that swished around as they went about the business. It was so beautiful, it resembled a rainbow.
She took a couple more steps in the direction of her home, which was a golden mansion in the residential district, west of the Sanctuary. It was bigger than most of the houses within the city, akin only to eleven others within the city. Like all the other buildings within the city, the mansion resembled a castle with upper floors that resembled towers, complete with turrets and dark blue conical roofs.
"Havillah." Her mother's voice rang out as soon as she closed the threshold.
"Yes, mother." The girl replied sullenly and began walking in the general direction of the kitchen.
"You are late." Her mother said as soon as she entered the kitchen.
"I am sorry mother." Havillah replied, her brown eyes locking with her mother's grey orbs. They matched her ash blonde hair and contrasted beautifully with her caramel skin which was the only resemblance that the two bore to each other. As Havillah stepped closer, a golden fork wheezed past her, narrowly missing her face by inches and she raised an eyebrow at her seemingly complacent mother.
"You distracted me. Plus, I would not have had the need to multitask had you been here to help me." Her mother responded with a look and Havillah nodded as she moved to pull out a golden stool to seat before the crystal topped kitchen island beside her mother.
"What will you have me do?" she questioned sullenly.
"Cut up the vegetables, do the dishes and set the table." Her mother replied. The girl nodded as she set to work. Her eyes closed in concentration and one of the drawers below the counters began rattling. It suddenly flew out and with it, a slim kitchen knife that landed on the crystal counter with a loud clang of metal of metal against glass.
"Now, imagine a vision of the knife cutting and project it towards the vegetables." The mother instructed and Havillah did as she had been told. With much resistance the kitchen knife floated up in the air and slowly, it began to slice up the vegetables. Havillah's forehead furrowed with concentration and eventually all the vegetables had been curved into several irregular and messy shapes.
"It is not perfect, but it will do." Her mother said and Havillah opened her eyes to look. She stared at the mess that she had created and slowly her lips turned down into a frown.
"They're awful!" she exclaimed with tears in her eyes.
"Havillah..." her mother tried to comfort her.
"It's so hard. I keep trying and trying but I never get it right. Why can't I do it with my eyes open like you always do?" Havillah complained.
"Havillah. That is not the way of the first Virtue. First you have to master seeing the unseen before you can do what I do. It is all about practice and practice and before you know it, you will be as good as everyone else."
"I do not want to be like everyone else!" Havillah cried out. "I want to be like you!" she retorted.
"Maybe that is your problem right there. You want to be like me instead of forging your own path! We are not the same Havillah, our purposes in this life are quite different and unless you embrace your uniqueness, you will never know what you were made for." Her mother scolded.
"But isn't that the problem. Everyone looks at me and expects me to be like you, to be as good as you, but I am not. And I have no purpose. All I ever do is read scrolls and suck at the simplest things!" she replied standing up.
"Havillah!" her mother tried again, but the young girl shook her head frustration and rushed out towards the door.
"If you need me, which I doubt you will, I'll be in the dining room setting the table." With that she walked out and left her exasperated mother behind.