The Witch & I

~Act 0 - Beginning~

It's been a week since I let her live with me. Her body was weak since she was born, she tells me. Her hair, a light lavender, along with deep, purple-colored eyes, are usually a trait amongst witches. Considering her looks, she's about my age. I'm 15. Still, I can't imagine a girl like her is a witch. I didn't believe in supernatural stuff like demons, werewolves, vampires and such, until now. Due to the fact she's fragile, I'd carry her on my back. Sometimes she can walk on her own, and sometimes I carry her. Whenever I go somewhere and she can walk by herself, she clasps on to one of my sleeves with a hand, because she's shy around strangers, I guess.

Her name is Lucina Halifax, from what she tells me.

Me? Do I have a name? No, I don't have a name officially, but rather, I have a name given to me by Lucina.

Ragia Tofani. Words from alchemical materials.

I don't hate the name, but it'll do.

I've lost all my memories from when I was a kid. In my dreams I regain some close to when I lost them. Ah, it's late. Might as well go to sleep.