Alone again. She was always alone, had been all her life. Her first memory was of her mother telling her she wasn't allowed to leave the house because there were people who wanted to hurt her. Apart from her mother, Celeste didn't know anyone else. Their house had been in a secluded area surrounded by trees. As a child she had sat beside the window, imagining how the outside world looked like. Did all the other kids look like her? She was special, she knew that. Her hair was white and even though she had powers like her mother, hers were different. Stronger. Maybe that's why she hadn't been allowed to go out. Did her mother fear she would hurt other kids? She wanted to know the answers to those questions before she died. At that point, she could say it was the only reason she was fighting
