~Right from the start I was no go to my family. My father was frowned upon for his mixed ancestry of both lupes, our rival tribe, and of the high-rank gelerts in WTG. Adding my mother to the picture, a random aisha seemingly off the streets (not that kind!), made my birth all the more annoying. Half of my blood was aisha while little of it was gelert, what really mattered. My mother was either killed by my tribesmen or chased off to some godforsaken place. The only one within the tribe who didn't hate me and saw me as a being, not some object, was my father. Until I came of age, it seemed no one else cared that I was alive

No sooner could I walk did they realize I had the gift of Magik, something that was once believed in only pure breeds; I was yet again a shock for the tribe. I could make things my weight or lighter dance and swirl in the air, conjugate water from nowhere, and I could heal minor wounds of flesh and plants. My rank then went from a "no-body"--black-- to "magician"--blue, my crest was now a diamond. My father was so proud of me, but it was not to last. My mother's family came to claim me back, saying I was more of them than gelert. It was rotten luck from there on out; I complained to both sides, my magik was uncontrollable, and I hurt some WTG members and the aisha ambassadors. No one liked that, so I got a trial. Eventually they said that I was no good and no one should ever have me; I was sent on exile, father saw me off. I was still a young child, then. ~

Butterfly Tear grew up alone in the surrounding forest, mastering her Magik and living simple. Occasionally, some strays would go to her asking for help or sought medical attention. She never turned them down, even if they were from her previous home. She wasn't someone to hold grudges and she knew that WTG made a foolish choice. Despite being exiled, she still interacted with the tribe almost monthly.

She watched as the old, stingy leaders were replaced with younger ones or smarter and carefully waited for her time to go back home.

~ You won't get anything good out of going back. ~ said a voice that had recently started talking to her. Often times she ignored it as an unrest spirit or her imagination creating something for her to interact with. But its way of thinking and how it talked to her made Butterfly Tear think differently. Perhaps it was a demon?

~ I don't care; there is something there that I must find, to carry out. My Magik is never wrong. ~

It would than reply "suit yourself", and leave her be until she thought of leaving again. That wasn't the only time it would talk to her though. Sometimes it would babble on in her ear better ways to use her magik or attempted to change any plans she would have made. She really did find it annoying, but not the least bit troublesome.

After eight years of living in the forest, Butterfly Tear got used to being alone with nature and using her magik almost as much as she breathed air. She was a master in her own right. Finally, she thought to herself, she could go back to her "home"; over the years the leaders of the WTG had changed three times. That meant she was either forgotten or forgiven by then. Time to move back.

~ Do not think you weren't warned by anyone the moment things go sour. Someone's out to get you. ~

~ You worry too much. ~

~And that's what I said to it. I was the least bit concerned in going back. I lived there and grew up next to the tribe; I knew all its secrets, all its history and its way of living. It truly was my home and I somewhat did miss it. However, the moment I stepped onto WTG soil, that odd voice left me. I was alone once more, searching for my place to belong again. But what was found was a friend and something unimaginable.

As I strolled into the small tribe,those who knew me gave greetings and those that only recognized waved kindly at me. Obviously I was not forgotten; that comfort me. The whole inside of the tribe had changed, the only things left untouched were the meeting platform and the fire pits. I hadn't a clue where to start looking for my father, nor which hut was actually a house and not a public building.

~ I've never seen you around before, and yet you have the same crest as me. ~ A gelert, roughly my age, stood in front of me coming out of said hut. She was the same teal color I was, except it was much lighter than mine. Her ears were of the short-stubbed kind and the tip of her tail was fluffed. I had never seen her before, either.

I found the young gelert dazzling, quiet literally, too, in fact. Her very presence sparkled with untrained Magik and the smoothness of her coat. Being in my isolation, I had forgotten well-to-do's took very good care of themselves. Automatically, then, I realized my own filthiness.

~ Ah... I'm afraid I don't know you either. I... just moved to this area and not familiar with it, yet. I haven't exactly been part of this tribe, either. ~

She smiled at my awkwardness and dismissed it with a cheerful wave of her paw. The gelert then asked me to follow her, I could spend the night at her home or until I was better acquainted with the area. Who was I, a lonely witch in my own right, to say no to such a kind offer? She then told me something outrageous.

~ I don't have a name. About half the children my age and younger don't as well. ~

~Why?! A name is something important, everyone should have it. Can't you give yourself one? ~

~ It's forbidden. ~

I was shocked. Who would allow such a stupid thing as that happen in the tribe? Our tribe never did that before, so what changed it? When I was giving her my mind, the minty-colored gelert realized who I was.

Apparently I was the aisha possessed with a demon and caused a great stir. I scuffed at her, asking if she believed it. She said she never did and tried to convince others as well. If she gave it enough thought, we found out that her mother's mother was friends with my father's. That was how she knew I was a "good person".

~ But I cannot go without you having a name. What should I call you? ~

~ How about "sister"? We both are gelerts and we have the same crest. Plus our grandmothers knew each other! What do you say? ~

It was a great idea; looking at our magik alone, we really did seem like sisters. She was "Sister" and I was "Tear" and we were inseparable. Every day we would practice the Magik in the woods and in the dusk we would come home, laughing so hard tears were forming. The tribesmen who believed that I was wronged called us the "crying sisters", because tears of happiness always followed us and a play on the words we called ourselves. Anyone who thought I was possessed by demonic forces just called me annoying and trouble to the youth around me. And that was when my problems officially started. ~

Now is the part where "one day" comes into play. Butterfly Tear and her new friend did end up living together and they lived happily and without disturbance from many. Occasionally someone would ask them to give their Magik to help others and a few tribesmen would stop by and say hi. The gelert often stayed inside the hut while Butterfly Tears would go out to get supplies for any cure or potion that need to be done. They did what they please and because of living alone, Butterfly Tears often did things solo. She was only aware of the innermost of a being and hardly look at the subtle changes on their outside. Imagine her surprise when she came home to find a stranger in the house.

~ Who are you? ~ she said very bluntly to the stranger at the hearth.

It was a skinny, pale blue gelert. Like Sister was then, she had never seen this Neopet before. He did not look happy to be there, starved of both physical and emotional care with a few scratches on his small body. His eyes held something foreboding in them at sent her Magik tingling. Then instantly she knew what was wrong. That thing that had followed her in the forest was now with him

~ I wouldn't expect someone like you would know. You may be of a high stature, but you don't know anyone from the high classes. ~ Ouch.

~ As if that counts for anything, what rank you're born in; that can change easily! You're probably one of those nameless no-bodies in the classes, aren't you; I've never seen your ugly mug around before. ~ Double ouch.

It wasn't like her to be like this to a guest, much less someone she didn't know. Was it because she felt uneasy with that shadow circling the boy? Or was there something else that put her on edge?

~ For your information, witch, I have a name.~ He stood up and walked over to her, still in the doorway ~My name is DanZhin, and it means "of her blood". ~

As he said that, the shadow flared wide and threaten to suffocate Butterfly Tear and tried to take its true form. Quickly she whispered a counter spell to keep the shadow as it was and to better protect the house and those who lived in it. Now she finally knew what had been bothering her all those years of being isolated and why seeing this pale gelert made her uneasy. It was that shadow and the boy. They were a threat to Sister's life!