'Take them away, kill her if you have to, as long as she's never found.' said a voice inside Viola's head that came from memories. 'She's nothing but a curse, nothing but bad luck and would bring disaster.'
The small eyes of the infant had looked up at the woman speaking those words, looking down at her with disdain, as though she were the worst thing that had ever happened to their lives.
Though Viola had been nothing more than an infant wrapped in cloth at the time, those memories had stayed crystal clear at the back of her mind, all the way into adulthood, kindling a resentment toward her mother she'd carried ever since. Because when they'd been handed over to the orphanage, a note had come with her, describing her as cursed, warning she should be handled carefully and never allowed to leave the orphanage's grounds unless they wanted her to ruin the world.
