The Kindergarten kid.

This was her involuntary title. To her it stuck like a little child's glitter sprinkled in the pure light of her glue. But this glue was not white. This glue was not the pure, innocent kind. This was a glue of evil, a sick worn down grey.

To her it stuck, a wronged innocent child. A child that seldom knows what she carries around with her. It weighs her down, repels those around her. Only those the same can see her pure heart. Only those who dance with the delicacy of rose's sweet petals, only those who exist for love, only those who can see crystal clear.

These are but few peoples. There are not many, for people who were impure sought them out, marked them for death. And they nearly succeeded, but purities can never be eternally vanquished.

They took her in, to raise as one of them. But where she came from has tainted her mind, blocked her soul from unlocking to their secrets. She could not fully learn their ways of life. She could not mature to their full level, no matter the time passed.

They began to wonder if taking her in way truly a good idea. All but one began to stray from their pure thinking. The one who was the ambassador for the vibrant Rose stuck to their ancient teachings. She scolded her companions for tempting the dark, and instead added a new teaching to their ways.

To shame one for being who they are is sin on your own self. Do not stamp labels, and never believe the ones already established, unless discovered by yourself.

So yes, she is the Kindergarten Kid.

But she has always been Amethyst.

And nothing could mask that.