Before Zarilla was born, a promise was made. A promise that she didn't know of, and one that  would affect her life forever. She was given to him when she was born, and he had  raised her up as a daughter. But, he was  very cruel to her he gave her demands, and  he was  very controlling to her. It was like every aspect of her life  was  decided by him. She knew she was  different than him, she wondered why her  father had  two legs, and she had  four but she was always scared  to ask.<br/>As  she grew older, the fact that her father  was  keeping her  away from others  was  getting to her. When she  stepped out, she heard  voices of people passing. She  knew  that others were around besides  her. She was  curious about the others, but her  father  told her  they were bad  and she believed him. For many years, he had  conditioned her  to be the perfect  daughter.<br/>One  day, she wandered  a  bit away from her home. And  what  she saw...another like herself. She wanted to see  it, and despite her  father's warnings  she grew  closer to them. Her  white coat  seemed  to shine with moonlight, and her hair seemed  so blonde  it was almost  the same  color. She wore  a  shall over  a bare chest, and her  dark brown eyes  seemed  to hold  all the sadness of the world  in it. She was  scared, so she  did not speak. She just...stared.