Listening To Instincts (3)
It was an egg.
That was wrong.
It once was an egg.
This was the correct statement.
Or maybe that was actually wrong too.
Suffice to say, Cerisedel, or Cerise as she had preferred to have herself identified was formerly someone who lived in an egg for an unknown period of time and then hatched out of it.
She was born surrounded not by her people, but close enough to her in their own way.
They had stolen from merchants, travelers and the like because they knew that she was special, unique and different unlike any other.
And that was how she grew, surrounded by love and adoration—although the meaning was not always gotten across properly.
There was a gap in intellect, as she surpassed them, but that was not to say that they were dumb.
Cerise had powers unlike them, it was in the way that she touched the walls and sparked light against it, creating a canopy of the night skies that she had seen and loved to the freeing blue sky.