Touching Indigo
Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. Her hair gleamed like amber and her eyes were blue as music. She grew up bright and beautiful, with clever fingers and a tongue that charmed animals as well as men. Her parents adored her, her teachers praised her, and her schoolmates envied her many talents. Even the oddly shaped birthmark on her forearm seemed like a sign of some great destiny.

This is not her story.

Unless you count the part where I killed her.