Euphorics.
Mother had once told me while looking out the window down onto the streets of the city where thousands had gathered to see the first Euphoric that had come to Faetil...
"She is beautiful, isn't she?"
I had nodded because it was the truth. The Euphoric that was being ushered towards the Grande Auralie was a woman so lovely it hurt to look at her. With grand, flowing red wings and hair almost as bright as the rubies sold on the market.
Mother had said almost wistfully...
"To be what she is must be terrible."
I remember asking why.
She'd had such a sad smile on her face then while she said...
"Because, Sara. She is different from us. You see it every time you look at her. There are people who will want to do terrible things to be what she is and they will likely hurt her in their attempts."
I had wondered aloud if they would kill this lovely thing that had fallen to our world.
Mother had looked at me with an expression I would never again see. She'd asked a strange question then...
"Will you be one of the people to hurt beautiful things like her?"
I had shaken my head then, violently protesting. I had told her that I would defend them! They were so pretty, I'd thought. I wanted to make mother happy and protect them from all of the harm that would come their way. It had crossed my mind then in my young, naive age that something as beautiful as a Euphoric couldn't possibly deserve bad treatment.
...And then the Horrors fell through the crest with them...
And suddenly my childhood promise to mother became a lie.
Subject: Sara''s Book of Memories 
