It wasn't glorious, no matter how much I try to make it sound like I was born like an angel, it just doesn't work. If I had to put you in my shoes, you'd understand. Imagine your birth mother delivers you with grace, wants to hold you like every loving mother that exists in the world, then sees the five sparkling multiple colour stars in the palm your hands and the decision of the day, "through her into the forests of Zakuta, let the wild feed on her! I have given birth to a curse!"
Oh what a loving mother she is! 'Through mine child, she shall be Grenta feast!' I've always thought she deserves an award you know. And hey, it gets better, imagine you were born already developed, with a sharp point accurate memory that remembers what it was like to be in a womb. Now try living with the memory of your beautiful birth to end becoming wild food for a good old nineteen years. Just amazing isn't it. Well incase I didn't mention who the beautiful animal food was, it's me. Akalen Yenin Tsu, also known as the curse born. Child born to bring about doom and destruction to the world! Or possibly bring peace, depends on the weather you know. About three thousand years ago, an old oracle of the East aka Rameka prophecied that a child with five stars on both hand would be the curse to end all life in the world. Actually this is how it went:
```Hands hold five
Ablaze the sky's lights
Born of curse
A death beyond light
Curse be the earth
Of the child with five bright
Yet young hope
Shall she bring upon unite```
I don't understand why all scary prophecies with grim and gloomy future need to be in a poem form, I mean it's a waste of time. Is it so hard to simply say, "Sup my dudes, yeah so a child's gonna be born with five stars on her hands and she's gonna kill everyone. Or you know maybe not!" I mean really, is it so hard?
Anyway, as soon as they found that the child was born, they decided to kill her and avoid the death or destruction of the world. Or possible peace, you never know.
After my disposal, a kind heart doula named Reyna hid me in a safer side of the forest and took care of me secretly for nineteen years. Her golden heart couldn't let a child die in the forest all alone, even if she'd end up raising a evil force she didn't care, and that's why I love her. She said heck to the prophecy and what the world thinks.
Being home schooled gets lonely but it's better that being criticsed for your hovering cloud above your head. I never asked to be born with the mark of destruction, it just happened. Luckily for I'm a born genius and could tackle learning anything with ease.
Well this is the 1% of my story and its oh such a sweet lullaby compared to the rest of this nightmare.
Going into the city feels like being in a mission impossible movie, ducking into dark high ways and allies. Well only when I'm not wearing gloved that cover the bright illuminating stars and cover my rainbow coloured hair and very bright sapphire eyes given that the people of the West aka Zandeke all have brown eyes and green hair other wise I'll be burnt on a stack like witch. So I keep it low key and stay out of sight as much as I can, which isn't as hard as it seems that Zandekians are too focused with growing green flashy flowers and plants and occasional make mountains across town.
My life was pretty much duck and dive and get back to forest but with every simplicity in life a very annoying thorn will come and poke you in the a...
Well before I get pg let's start from the top shall we?