I could start by introducing myself formally with name and surname, but let's skip this bureaucracy, I believe you already know who I am, and if you say no, I can only deduce two opinions about you: either you are a newcomer who recently arrived; or you are forcing the ignorance about my existence, after all, everyone knows me. Anyway, if you are still reading this far it is because you are really interested in knowing a little bit about my history in the past, in the times when I lived a common and human life, so without further ado I will tell you a part of it, this space is for this after all. I was born in the midst of a summer solstice, exactly on the longest day and the shortest night of the year, when the sun was shining even more than on previous days. At least it was and should be. During my birth the clouds dyed pink rose a scarlet color, and the sky darkened to a deeper blue than the night. The moon positioned itself in front of the sun blocking most of the sun's rays leaving the earth mercy in the darkness. Lyon stayed that way for a short time, until I finally went out into the world. That day was marked in the history of the city as "Signe de Dieu" by the Christians and "Phénomène Cosmique" by the scientists. And all these deductions, if they were comical at the end of it, I was already the daughter of a magical demon, and what had happened was nothing related to what churches worship, or what scientists believed; it was simply powerful and inexplicable magic. In case you don't know, Lyon is the third largest city in France, close to the capital known as Paris, or city of light. I cannot say that my childhood was “easy” because I was the only one to be born on the exact day that the mystical phenomena occurred, because of this I carried a burden on my back. Some treated me really well, others a little bad based on their belief, each had their own definite opinion about me and my birth, and I also had mine; I was not only singular, I was bigger and better than they could be, and that was a fact that no one could refute. In schools, treatment with me was indifferent, teachers loved me and maybe because of that I ended up having some difficulties to create an intimate cycle, I didn't get one until I was ten. It is a hunch but perhaps most of my acid and boastful personality came from the rotten life experience I had in schools, surrounded by self-centered and hypocritical people. There was a time when debauchery and irony became my personal defense mechanism against evil looks and gossip, and I was not even twelve in that. When I turned sixteen my name was already on the covers of renowned magazines in the world, I had discovered a gift in a musical theater play that singing, acting and parading was my strongest point. I was literally a celebrity today. Adolescence was a great time in my life, and one of the things I did most often in the media world was to take a man's “dirt” and turn it into rivers of diamonds; or views. For a moment I thought it would be like this all my life, the idea was not bad and I had already gotten used to it, but as not everything is a bed of roses, I received a tsunami of thorns when I turned eighteen. My career had just ended, travel abroad happened periodically, and when I wasn't behind the cameras or over the catwalks, I was gathering information that could boost my career even more. And digging inside information was even easier in business aviation, when I was assumed to be a flight attendant, rather than owning the plane. I was determined to leave the house and would talk to my mother about it the next morning, just out of respect since I no longer needed her permission, but before I had the opportunity to open my mouth I ended up winning the tsunami in bed, at dawn. His words would react like a thermal shock to my body, it was the cold gusts after a steam bath. His voice was shaky and seemed to be desperate when he came to tell me, as if his life; or my life depended on it. It took me a while to process so much missing information, I don't know if it was because I didn't even get out of bed or because believing it seemed to be insane. Discovering a part of my life that was never mentioned, knowing who my father was and what he was, was nowhere near what I felt when I learned what my real origin was. I lived a lie inside my little pink bed, while in fact it was bathed in blood. Apparently I only knew about the tip of the iceberg, not the whole one. That same day we argued for hours and hours, until I finally made up my mind what I wanted, and took a position in my life, so I ended up going after answers. I left the house as planned, but I didn't go to the apartment in the capital as I wanted, I ended up in a half-blooded camp, before being divided by mythologies, full of people who could be similar to me. This was the place she had mentioned in the conversation ... Anyway, in short this is a part of my story, at least the beginning of it told superficially, without any such deep revelation or intriguing details that it has. Of course, before and after that some things happened that shook my psychological, and it also helped me to mature a little. In fact I am no longer the old Elise as it is in the story, maybe just a little bit of it, but this is due to so many painful and unimaginable experiences that I went through, so I was forced to mature. There are stories I can tell you about what I went through, but they stayed for the next opportunity, I am tired of revealing so much about my life without knowing anything about you, and without even having the least intimacy. So, see you later, cher.