I took Fallyn's bio off of here and put it on my profile. I just thought having the bio here made the story look cluttered.

Prologue

"Daddy?" Kirby O'Neil glanced back at his eleven-year-old daughter.

"Yes April?" The little redhead sat up, her electric blue eyes staring at her father.

"Can you tell me about Fallyn?" Kirby's eyes widened slightly. He looked over his daughter for a little while. Sighing, he sat down on the edge of her bed.

"What do you want to know, honey?"

"What was she like? Was she like me? Or you? Or someone else?" Kirby chuckled at the rapid fire questions.

"Slow down, sweetheart." Kirby relaxed, placing a finger on his chin as he pretended to remember. He had told April about her elder sister many times, but she always liked hearing about her again. "Let's see. Well… she was smart, carefree, strong-willed," here he leaned in like oh so many prior instances, "If not rebellious for her eight years of age." April giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hands.

"What did she look like?"

"Well, she actually didn't look like any of us. Her hair was a beautiful chocolate brown, and her eyes were a sparkling emerald green. Only your mother had green eyes, and they were nowhere as green as Fallyn's." April's hands dropped to reveal a sad smile.

"Sometimes, I have dreams. I think they're actually memories." Kirby tilted his head, but didn't say anything.

'This is new.'

"I see Fallyn running ahead of me, laughing. We would go swimming in the pond, or play in the trees. Sometimes, if I got hurt, Fallyn would pick me up and carry me back to the farmhouse. There you and she would bandage me up while Mom was blaming Fallyn for what happened."

April huffed. "I never understood why Mom hated Fallyn. I always loved her. So why didn't Mom?" The eleven year old sniffed, wiping her nose on the back of her hand.

"I don't know sweetheart." The two didn't say anything for a while.

"Hey Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think…" April glanced at her father, a tear slipping out of her eye. "Do you think that Fallyn's still alive somewhere?" Kirby blinked several times. April had never asked anything like this. Kirby didn't want to lie to his only remaining daughter, but he didn't want to give her false hope either.

"I… don't know, April." April's lips quivered.

"So she's…" Kirby's arms shot out, pulling his daughter to his chest.

"I don't know April. A lot can happen in five years. She could be, or she could be on her way here right now." April looked up at him, hope shining behind the tears.

"Really? She really could?"

"Possibly. I-" The doorbell cut him off. Kirby stood up. "I'll be right back." April shook her head, jumping out of bed.

"I want to come with." She smiled, showing all of her teeth. "I have a feeling. A good feeling." Kirby shrugged.

"Alright then. If you're sure." Taking her hand, father and daughter walked down the stairs. Kirby positioned April behind him. "Don't say anything alright?" She nodded. Taking a deep breath, Kirby opened the door.

A young girl stood there, no older than thirteen. Her clothes were tattered, and her arms and legs were cut all over. She was panting, like she had just run a marathon. Her head was hung, her white-and-black hair hiding her face.

April gasped, running out from behind her father to grasp the other girl's shoulders. "Hey! Are you okay?" To her surprise, the whitette chuckled softly.

"You… haven't changed… at all…" She raised her head, staring into April's eyes. "Little sis." April's eyes widened to the size of basketballs. Before she could say anything, Kirby stepped between the girls.

"Who are you?"

"Not surprised you don't recognize me, Dad. I was only eight last time you saw me." Kirby froze. Stuttering, he dropped to his knees, brushing the hair out of the girl's face.

As they continued to stare at each other, Kirby knew beyond a shadow of a doubt who the mysterious girl was. Her face was cut up and bruised, and her once chocolate brown hair was a silver-white and streaked with natural black stripes. Her once emerald green eyes were now a hard gold, but they still shone with the same warmth he remembered.

"Fallyn." He wrapped his arms around his daughter, April wedging herself in between them. "You've come home."