At 7 years, Chione always knew that she was different. Her hair was so black that it reflected as blue, her eyes were like black pits in her milky white face. She was always smarter than other kids her age and always stronger than them.
Strange things even happened around her. Things she couldn't explain. It always got her into trouble and the others started to shy away from her. Even her short, pixy cut was the talk of the village. Short hair was for boys, not girls they said.
There was always trouble with Chione wherever she went.
"But mama! Didn't you see how I revived that kitten?" she asked. Tears started to form in her eyes hugging the tiny kitten tightly.
"Yes, but not in front of the whole village. I have told you many times, Chione. “They are scared of unknown things" her moth
