Imagine Until Death II -CHRYSA- Silky, straight, raven hair… Bright apple green eyes that made the stars look dull… She was perfect. It was only her destiny that made her seem… unreachable. She loved music. She knew French. She wanted to be a professional cello player and— "Mom, I'm home!" She walked in and fiddled with her mp3, removed her headphones and placed them around her neck as she closed the door with her foot. Chrysa Serpentine. 15 years of age and the best role model at school. But, everyone knew what was to happen although not why. They all only hovered around her in curiosity but she was so absent, lost in her own head, she never noticed. Chrysa… she had a lot of expectations from people. She was practically at the core of humanity's small blue marble. "Mom?" Called Chrysa as she looked around. Her gaze moved to the stairs around her mother's room as she awaited a response. "I heard you sweetie!" Her mother's voice rough and course. Chrysa gave a sigh of relief and walked over to the couch. She dumped her backpack at the end of the couch and fell onto it. And next, she would learn what she could do and what she had to do.