Prologue

"Sorrows keep us human."

Such a simple quote, one of which I repeated time and time again to her--to my patient, along with many other quotes. I spoke them in an attempt to touch her broken heart, to help her mend.

She came to me to heal, or rather she was pushed to me for a cure; but either way, help was expected of me, and I could not fail them…not any of them. My assistance was demanded and I would not refuse; to help others is my life.

I had a new patient to look after, a new life to learn, and a new friend to meet. My objectives switched to face this unknown girl, to face the pain from her past--resulting in a shattered soul, desperate for attention.

That was the reason the girl was here, the reason she was to see me on a regular basis; she needed to put her life back together. And that is why I am here, to assist people through this strenuous journey of finding themselves.

But this patient was different. Before I even knew anything of the source of her pain, I knew she was one of a kind--unique. Upon first sight of her, no words spoken, no glances shared between us, I instantly knew that this would not be an easy task.

Long black tresses waved delicately over her pale face, masking all emotion from onlookers. Her frail shoulders slightly hunched forward while chocolate-brown eyes scanned the carpeted floor directly in front of her hesitant steps.

I could feel the fear radiating from the girls stiffened form, but there was something else mixed along with it…shame.

I had heard rumors of these types of patients since I started my practice; it was an honor to take one in, but at the same time it was a challenge. This girl was just a lost soul cursed with the heavenly wings of an angel.

I assumed that she had once been a warm and compassionate person at one point in her life. It was just up to me to find the tragic event that caused her to breakdown and to somehow help her move on from her painful past.

There was something about this girl that caused a reaction in me, like a click went off in my mind whenever I laid my eyes on her; but I just dismissed it as a form of fascination.

But I could not blame myself for not recognizing her, for 500 years is a long time.