Perhaps saying that I have never been happy is a lie. I was happy for a few years, although I was too young to remember most of it. I remember meeting my grandmother, a goddess named Ianite, and my grandfather, an old man named Spark. They seemed so full of joy, I would've never guessed what was really happening in their family. There was no way for me to know.

I vaguely remember my Aunt Martha, who was very kind to me. Her mere presence was calming, and she was always the one to end any family arguments. Her boyfriend Steve, although quite grumpy, was also very nice to me and my family.

Of course, I remember my mother, Freya, and my sister, Alva. I remember how kind my father, Helgrind, was to me. I loved him, and I loved my mother, and I loved my sister. I loved Martha, and Steve, and Ianite, and Mianite, and Dianite. At that age, all I knew was love and happiness. It was a while before everything started to fall apart, but I wish it had lasted forever.