"Who doesn't long for someone to hold, who knows how to love you without being told.. Somebody tell me why I'm on my own, If there's a soulmate for everyone.."
About me.. well.. long ago in a land far far away.. i child was born of the moon, a baby girl in the deep country of Lithuania.. found at the base of the mountain with the shine of the cresent moon waning in the sky the child was adopted by a band of Rom.. this child was bestowed with the name of Mishca and as she grew, was chosen to be trained in the art of magick by the old mother and grew to be known for her skill of the craft and for her soft beauty that enveloped her like a light.. she was revered by her people, but dispised by those who would wish to have the secrets of the Rom. One night a band of evil men skilled in the art of black magick descended upon the Rom, with the goal of capturing mishca and claiming her power for thier own.. just at the moment of attack they still say today the crack of lightning can be heard in the whispering trees.. as Mischa flashed her eyes and vanished along with all in her caravan.. some say to a young world where people are kind and love true..