I longed for someone to pull me out of my gloomy and hopeless childhood. My scarred heart was wrapped in hope. In the end, the final blow that was enough to crush me also hit me.
"I'm already riddled with wounds."
Extraordinary talent.
"I've been able to manipulate them since I was little, like this."
She stretched out her hand, and the heavy book immediately flew up. There was no sign of difficulty on the girl's face.
Same words.
"Show me that ability."
Blue flames burned the box in front of her, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and the flame disappeared. She eagerly opened the box to see if the contents were damaged.
Similar fate.
"Dumbledore, is she really not going to follow that man's path?"
"She is an orphan?"
Different background.
"He's your daddy."
"I don't need it!" She said gloomily, pushing Harry Potter away and running away.
"My name is Alphekka·Black. (Alphakka·Black)"
The brightest star in Corona Borealis, meaning broken.
"You are a bastard! Bitch!" The woman yelled at Alfaka, her eyes full of malice and viciousness.
Intention: Not being strong enough is the original sin
