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The word childhood seemed like a far away fantasy for a girl that was forced to grow up too fast and far too soon. While it may sound strange to say, love is not all it takes to raise a girl to a woman, perfection is not what breeds perfection. In the well-kept quarters of the Balefire estate, not too far from Venice Beach, there was no room for mistakes or horseplay or sand castles or bicycling.
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In other words, there was no room for a child's soul, so little Enrica was tucked safely away from the suffocating environment, kept in her own little jar while the young woman was left to face the world. It wasn't hard to be what someone else wanted of her. She just had to master a few numbers and memorize a couple things, then be absurdly polite to people in suits while plotting their downfall. It was confusing, difficult, but most of all, plain boring.
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But after mastering playing the part of the businessman's heiress, Enrica found ways to adapt her skills to things that entertained her more. Leaving on weekends to places unknown, duping the multitude of servants that were tasked with 'looking after' her. It was an easy game, and when she developed her affinity for illusion she didn't really feel surprised.
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Enrica got involved in terrible things at an early age. By the time she was a teen, all the praise her parents could shower her with amounted to nothing. She had already started regarding the polite yet clever girl as 'fake' and everything associated with her as being not real. The happiest moment was when she received it, her void ring that she kept treasured on a necklace running very low into her chest.
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When her familiar graced her life, she had found exactly that- the one person she decided she could trust as an ally and a worthy person to stand by her side. Things got more muddled every month, with the charade stretching her mind and her sleeping routine to its limits. Her parents seemed too suspicious, but she'd never drop the ball of her own accord.
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Instead, they took matters into their own hands. A brand new bodyguard. How different could this one be?
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LOVE IS LIKE CANDY DEAR
TOO MUCH AND IT ROTS HE TEETH
The word childhood seemed like a far away fantasy for a girl that was forced to grow up too fast and far too soon. While it may sound strange to say, love is not all it takes to raise a girl to a woman, perfection is not what breeds perfection. In the well-kept quarters of the Balefire estate, not too far from Venice Beach, there was no room for mistakes or horseplay or sand castles or bicycling.
[break][break]
In other words, there was no room for a child's soul, so little Enrica was tucked safely away from the suffocating environment, kept in her own little jar while the young woman was left to face the world. It wasn't hard to be what someone else wanted of her. She just had to master a few numbers and memorize a couple things, then be absurdly polite to people in suits while plotting their downfall. It was confusing, difficult, but most of all, plain boring.
[break][break]
But after mastering playing the part of the businessman's heiress, Enrica found ways to adapt her skills to things that entertained her more. Leaving on weekends to places unknown, duping the multitude of servants that were tasked with 'looking after' her. It was an easy game, and when she developed her affinity for illusion she didn't really feel surprised.
[break][break]
Enrica got involved in terrible things at an early age. By the time she was a teen, all the praise her parents could shower her with amounted to nothing. She had already started regarding the polite yet clever girl as 'fake' and everything associated with her as being not real. The happiest moment was when she received it, her void ring that she kept treasured on a necklace running very low into her chest.
[break][break]
When her familiar graced her life, she had found exactly that- the one person she decided she could trust as an ally and a worthy person to stand by her side. Things got more muddled every month, with the charade stretching her mind and her sleeping routine to its limits. Her parents seemed too suspicious, but she'd never drop the ball of her own accord.
[break][break]
Instead, they took matters into their own hands. A brand new bodyguard. How different could this one be?
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