Prologue
THIRD PERSON'S POV
Ten-year-old Kathy.
The little girl opened her eyes to see water all around her. Feeling something hard under her, she looked down to see that she was laying on a large log of wood. Confused and scared, she stood up, realizing that she had been laying by the shore of a beach. She couldn't recall how she got there. She couldn't remember anything from before she woke up.
Alone, lost, and frightened, she wandered around the beach, unsure of what she was trying to find. Her tiny legs were getting tired.
Where am I ? she thought.
Where did I come from?
Who left me here?
Her fragile mind could not understand what was going on. The more she thought, the more confused she became. She could see kids playing with their parents. Tears welled up in her blue eyes. She sat down on the sand and cried, hungry and afraid.
A woman squatted in front of her. "Hello little girl, why are you crying?" The nice lady asked.
She tilted her head in confusion, wondering if she could trust this nice-looking lady.
"You can trust me, I won't hurt you, " the lady assured her.
Feeling the warmth coming from the lady, she threw herself at the lady, hugging her for comfort. The lady rubbed her back, trying to console the crying child in her arms.
"Tell me what is wrong so I can help you," The lady told her.
She reluctantly let the lady go. "I don't know where I am, " she said crying softly.
"Where are your parents?" the lady asked.
"I don't know. I don't remember anything." she rubbed her nose, sniffling.
"Okay dear, I'm going to take you to my house first, then we can go to the station tomorrow. How does that sound?" The lady asked and she nodded.
The lady bent down to pick the girl up when something caught her attention; a large tattoo on her arm. It began from her shoulder and ended at her elbow. The lady was astonished, she had never seen anything like that.
"How did you get that mark, dear?" She asked.
The girl looked at her arm. A crescent moon sat proudly on her arm. "I don't know. I can't remember, " the girl replied confused.
The lady stared at the mark, impressed at how detailed it looked. The moon looked so real, and it seemed to come alive when hit by sun rays.
"What's your name, sweetheart?"
The little girl thought for a while before replying. "I don't remember."