Kurumi stared at her parchment, quill in hand, and felt as though all the breath had left her body. She looked around as everyone began calculating their family numbers...but it wasn't as easy as that for her. Her father, the man she loved and grew up admiring so much, wasn't who he said he was. There was no person named Charles Hollingberry, at least, not one that had a birth certificate. No, her father had faked his own death years before she was born, changed his name, and run away to Japan to work. He had even changed his appearance slightly...Kurumi didn't know who he was...or who she was anymore.

Hollingberry...or...the other name...

Tears already stinging her eyes, Kurumi put her hood over her head when she saw her hair turning a dark slate blue. She could control the changes for the most part these days, but explosions of intense emotion were still impossible. Leaning forward now so that he face was hidden a bit, Kurumi began to calculate...



Hands shaking, Kurumi looked to her textbook and read the description aloud in a low whispered as her voice showed how she was feeling inside. "You inherit an independent spirit, a forceful nature, a strong will, and the ability to come up with original ideas."

Frowning even more, she wasn't sure this fit her at all. She was not very independent, nor was she forceful by nature. Strong willed? Perhaps...but the rest did not seem to fit. Hands shaking even more now, Kurumi found herself unable to see for a moment due to the tears. Picking up her quill again, Kurumi began another calculation.



Using the sleeve of her robe to wipe away tears now, Kurumi returned her blurred gaze to the textbook. Your greatest growth will come from compassion and forgiveness. Her hair finished its metamorphosis to dark slate blue and Kurumi clutched the hood of her robe tightly as she read the sentence over and over and over again.

Forgiveness...compassion...all things she had wanted from her mother who refused to so much as look at her without her brown colored contacts in. All because she was a witch...all because she was different...Then there was her father who had taken extreme steps in his life to protect himself and his family...but why?

How could Kurumi forgive without answers?

Unable to take it anymore, Kurumi buried her face in her arms and sobbed softly.