I was never a lost girl… I was never a girl lost in the darkness. Then who was I? Or what I have always thought myself to be? Even now as I stared at my 2-year-old self, I pondered.
This was a memory I do not have… standing out here in the rain. I was meant to be found at a dumpster when I was looking for food to eat thrown by others and then I was taken into custody but this right now spelled differently.
Everything feels different.
It was as if I came here myself
Did I?
My memory of toddler age was all blurry and I barely remember.
"This is your destiny"
A voice, not that voice but…
I finally caught notice of a cloaked figure standing beside my young self, and with the voice, it sounded muscular, a man?
I had no idea he stood there until now and waited… I observed the clothes I wore… it was a strange white attire embodied with a silver design and I certainly did not look dirty and homeless as I thought.
