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[Millicent]
People always say, "Can you remember when the problem started?"
I'd like to say, "Yes, Sir. You see there was this one moment where everything went wrong..."
But I cannot. I don't even know who I am.
I was not born Millicent Walker. That name was gifted to me when I showed up in the village of Crimson, covered in bruises, burns, and blood. I have no parents, no family, and no memory of my life before the age of seven, or however old I am--nobody is quite sure. My strange gold hair and hazel eyes made it obvious to those who first met me on the dusty road from the East that I wasn't from anywhere near the town of Crimson, or anywhere else along the Emerald Shore where the locals were fair of skin and light of eye. To them I was different, and to people with small minds and smaller experiences, there is nothing scarier than different, except for maybe the unknown, and I was a living representation of both. I was, and remain, a mystery.
With no one to care for me and no one to guide me, I spent the few months of my remembered life roaming the streets, eating other people's leftovers, and wearing the scraps of fabric I arrived in. Eventually, somebody was able to trick me into the orphanage with the promise of a meal and a warm dry place to sleep, and while you'd think that would be a better place to land, you'd be wrong. It was the beginning of my real torture. I couldn't even speak when I arrived. Words made no sense, my tongue unable to make the shape of their sounds. Not that I needed to understand their words when their fists and feet could communicate quite clearly that I was unwanted, or that I needed to move faster, or that I was clumsy and stupid. I didn't talk for two years, and in that time they made sure I knew my place.
Once I began talking, I picked up the language quickly. They were amazed at how quickly. It's part of why most of the town didn’t trust me. How could I go from being completely mute to ridiculously articulate within months of speaking? Anyone who met me would never assume I didn't speak a single word before the age of nine.
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