23 years old
The scent of burning flesh. The sight of heaven and earth in flames. Such were the only things she could recall from her dream as the noise of alarm clock pieced through the air. The incessant device continued calling her back into the world, leaving her to abandon the last fragments which she so desperately wished to remember. She was positive she had dreamt the dream before, however it was often a restless dream and she woke up more tired than when she had gone to sleep.
But there were things to do, people to see, goals to accomplish. Swinging her feet off the edge of the bed, she turned off the alarm before staring at it. She had slept longer than she had wanted to, apparently the first calls of the alarm had not reached her in her sleep. She would have to hurry if she was to hope to blend into the crowd. There was an event tonight that only those of high esteem would enter. And Elena planned to use her tricks to get into the event. She had found a way to put herself on the guest list – of course by impersonating someone. There was no way that simple, boring Elena Goodwin would get into such an event. However, she would do anything she could to get in and then get out of such an event.
While at times she dreamt that she was more of a Robin Hood figure, such an image was not the case. She did not steal to the rich and give to the poor. Her aims were purely selfish. However, if anyone could replace what was stolen from them, it was those blessed with money. Perhaps losing something they held dear would humble them. And every time she had to ignore that small voice inside her that tried to let her know that her sins could not be justified.
A little later than the rest of the crowd – but not late enough to be the last to arrive – Elena made her appearance at the large mansion where the event was being held. Her first miracle came from the fact that security didn’t pose much of a threat. There was no one who questioned whether or not she was actually the heiress Kristina Dietrich. And so she made her way into the group, mingling here and there. Coming across as if she fit in with the rich and famous, but always keeping an eye on the surroundings. Pricing the items that hung on the walls and constantly looking for a way to escape if she needed to do such a thing.