Yeah! :)

Beautifulness! Loved it, but it kind of gave me shivers in a good way. :D

Yes, please continue! :)

Continue! :)

Continue! Now! I demand of you! I've been thinking about this for the past couple days and I'm dying to know what happens! Continue! Pronto! Undelay! Rapido! Mach Schnell! (I know I butchered all those spellings, but I got the point across)

Chapter One

[12 years later]

The world seemed like a mixture of green and red as the small girl walked down the street, her eyes a soothing yellow.

She looked across the street at the Christmas lights, decorating people's houses. She looked down at the snow at her feet.

She glanced behind her at the kids who where bundled up in snow coats and boots, and then at her own short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.

I wonder, she thought, what it would be like to feel the coldness of the air?

The girl had never felt the feeling of a bitter wind blowing harshly at your face, or the cold icy water of a snowball melting in your hand. All she felt, summer, spring, winter, and fall was a warm temperature of 85 degrees. Like there was a barrier around her, preventing her from ever feeling the seasons. Sometimes though, when she blinked, she imagined that just for a second, she had felt coldness, or heat, as her eyes shut. When she tried to close her eyes, and not open them, she still felt the normal temperature she usually felt. So she had waved it off as a illusion. Or trying to make it seem like her wish had come true.

Chapter Two

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The girl walked into her front door. She slumped against the wall. Her eyes where now an angry red. Though the anger seemed to be turned inward at herself. "Ember, is that you?" a voice called from somewhere down the hall.

"Yes." the girl whispered "It's me, Ember, the freak." Ember ran down the hall, up the stairs, and into a plain white-walled bedroom. Only when she reached her bed did she start crying. Though not a single tear rolled down her cheek. It was always that way. Her cries where always dry and empty. Leaving an unsatisfied feeling in her stomach.

A few hours later Ember walked slowly down the stairs. She sat down emotionless at the table as her mother served her some dinner. It almost seemed like she hadn't cried at all just three hours before. Even when I cry, she thought bitterly, I'm a freak. Will I ever just be normal?

She ate her dinner listelessly. As she was just finishing up, the doorbell rang. She walked slowly to the door. "Hello?" she asked blankly.

"Hello Ember," the voice said. Ember looked up, and gasped in astonishment.

Chapter Three

[How to pronounce things in this chapter...

Ifadlie- IF-ah-delly

Kapiter- Cap-i-tar

Nakick- Nac-Kick

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The teenager at the door stared intently into Ember's eyes with her own. The eyes where what confused Ember the most. They where the exact same colour as Ember's when she was excited, a pinkish-orange. "W-who are you?" Ember asked, a cold feeling in her heart. "I'm Ifadlie." the girl replied matter-of-fact.

"Yes..but how do you know me?" Ember bit her lip. Her eyes where a confused mix of red, yellow, orange, pink, and the softest shade of green. "Everyone on Kapitar know's about you." the girl smirked. Ember started to get angry, "Tell me who you are, how you know me, and what Kapitar is this instance!" her eyes where turning bright red.

"You don't know about Kapitar?" the girls smile faded. "Surely you remember? You where just a babe...but surely......a Nakick never forgets anything." A sudden realisation hit Ember. She did remember a place called Kapitar. Her memory seemed so blurry...but in a distance space in the back of her mind, she remembered. "Maybe I do remember....but I still am confused...." Ember replied her voice quivering.

"Ember? Dear, who is it?" Ember's mom walked out to the door. Ember glanced back at Ifadlie, but just as her mom reached the door, Ifadlie dissapeared. Ember stared at her mom, "Uhm...oh, uhm, no-nobody. It must of been...oh, ding-dong-ditch." As her mom pulled her away from the door, Ember's mind was racing. Where had Ifadlie gone, and who was she?