From birth, Purple had known she was different. Her beauty was unparalleled, her intelligence second to none, and yet none of that had ever really mattered to anyone.
She was the black sheep. Curly brown hair with blonde strands. Light skin. Everything the family wasn't. What had happened to their signature straight brown hair and the pale skin?
She learned early that the world was cruel. And that one's own blood could be the cruelest thing of all when it wanted to be. No one played with her. And even when they did, she was only ever there to be picked on.
Around the age of seven, something changed. She began having hallucinations, or perhaps they were déjà vu. Places she had never set foot in started feeling familiar. People she had never known, she suddenly knew everything about.
No one noticed. She was mostly on her own, and the one person who did come near her was Lovis, and he only did so to make sure she knew her place beneath him.
