I'd never known love. Even when I wa little, my own mother treated me as if I were a monster; cowering away if I got mad, avoiding me as much as possible. Then that thing inside of me, it killed my parents; blinded my little brother. I'd left him at some random couple's house; ones who could bare no children.

Then I ran; ran away as fast and as far as possible. I didn't know my next destination, didn't know where Fate would lead me next. Wherever I went, I was never accepted. Word travel's quickly, and wherever I went I was rejected.

It made me feel isolated, alone. Not, not just that. It closed me away, moulded me into an emotionless creature. My heart iced over, turned to stone, unfeeling and uncaring of the world around me.

Then that one day... I was weak from a a battle with the demon that rests within me. I'd been stuck as a raven, plummented to the ground, too tired to carry on. I'd given up all hope then.

A pair of boys found me; big, burly thugs who laughed at another's pain. They maimed my wings, burned my feathers right down to the skin. I shrieked, but they nulled it by tying a plastic bag over my head, trying to suffocate me. I was too weak to fight back, unable to defend myself. They beat me and enjoyed my pain; enjoyed seeing the red liquid ooze from my veins, seeing me writhe in pain, watching me vainly cry for help. When my body ceased to move, they threw me out with the garbage and left me for dead.

Then a little girl found me; her and her mother. I don't know how the girl managed to find me. It was like she was drawn to me; or to be more accurate, my pain. Thanks to her, I was mended, though that heartless attack left both mental and physical scars on my being.

I was withdrawn, isolating myself as much as I could from them. That little girl though; her mother called her Jade; she persisted in trying to gain my trust. She was different from the others, and over the years her and I became friends. I finally worked up the courage to show her what I was; to explain things to her. Even when I changed in front of her, she didn't react negatively, didn't even try to run.

It was on that day that I realized that not all people were mean, heartless. A ray of hope began to shine into my bleak and worthless existance. As the years passed, I watched Jade grow into a pretty, bubbley, and outspoken girl. She never revealed my existance to anyone since the time I asked her.

Jade was a sweet girl, but I felt no feelings for her. She was more like a sister than anything. One day, she and I decided to travel. He mother was skeptical about it, fearing Jade would be hurt, but the girl managed to persuade her mother. So her and I left.

For me, it was more of a search. I really am not sure for what; but I was searching.

It was on that same day I met her. A beautiful young girl with raven black hair and ice-blue eyes. For a moment I'd thought I'd died, but remembered a place like Heaven would never accept the likes of me. She must've been a fallen Angel, hiding her wings to blend in with regular people. At least, that's what I believed.

The stone encasing my heart broke away; the ice around it cracking and finally shattering.

Even now, her name still rings like a thousand bells in my mind everytime I hear it; Aurora.