Crystal was always different. Ever since she had first opened her eyes, she and everyone aware of her existence knew, she was blank. Everyone else's soul had a very important name on them. The name of their soulmate. But her deep blue soul showed no name, not a single mark. She was born with no hope of love. But unknown to her, her great grandmothers stories might have some truth to them. At least in regards to... monsters. Pic doesn't belong to me.