[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram Academy, Auditorium[/color][/i]
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Touching the Adapa brought immediate and striking darkness.

No more principal. No more auditorium. 

Had she hesitated when she touched the blue wisp?

Perhaps.

But that didn't matter now. She knew what awaited her. The dreaded moment that defined her as a horror to behold, as something to be feared and scorned…

When she opened her eyes again, she was faced with a wintery scene, a chill at her back. Two shadowed faces loomed over her. She tried to move, but found herself pinned at each shoulder as rough hands held her back.

In her one hand, she gripped her stuffed animal. The original one. Her other was balled in a tiny and angry fist.

She struggled. [B]"Let go of me!"[/b]

[I]"They never loved you."[/i]

A stab in her heart from an unknown voice, different than the Voices normally in her head.

[I]"You have plagued me my whole life, what difference does it make now?"[/i] Was her response.

A sudden yank, and her stuffed animal was no longer in her hand. 

[B]"No!"[/b] Her shocked horror as she struggled, eyes looking frantically as the stuffed animal was returned to the shadowed faces.

[I]"They never cared."[/i] Another stab.

[B]"Please, don't let them take me!"[/b] She cried out, feeling the tears pooled in her eyes, begging the figures staring down at her.

[I]"They knew who you were. A monster."[/i] Yet another stab.

[I]"I'm not a monster!"[/i] She thought desperately.

The hands around her started to drag her against her will, and she watched in horror as the shadowed faces neither moved nor blinked.

[I]"They wanted to get rid of you from the beginning."[/i]

[B][i]"Shut up!"[/i][/b] She cried out desperately, struggling weakly against the hands on her.

[I]"Face it. You'll always be worthless."[/i]

She froze in her struggle. Was it… could it be true? Would she be nothing more than a bad omen? Would she never overcome the hateful looks and scorn? Would she be doomed to walk the earth, alone and feared?

The small child stood frozen as snowflakes slowly fell, the door frame of her home getting smaller and smaller. 

She would be alone. Abandoned. Rejected.

Was this her fate?

Teeth gritted tightly as she stared at the scene, tears blurring her vision.

Never. She would never bow. She would never succumb to this feeling.

With one final, angry cry ripping through her chest, she threw off the hands holding her. Dark tentrills shot up from the white ground, wrapping around the hands and throwing them violently to the side.

And immediately, she ran. It didn't matter where. 

She would be free. Damn the Voices to hell. Damn them all to hell.

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Ciara found herself back in her seat in the auditorium. She blinked, touching her face to feel streaks of tears drying on her cheek. 

Hastily, she dried them, and glanced around their row in front of the stage. The boy with glasses, the hunter, and the knight were already awake, a somber and stoic resolve in their eyes.

[I]Impressive.[/i]