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.