But the Tear lands in places where no one will find it, to use it as evil, and none can see it, except for one special child of pure soul, pure heart, and pure vision, who will find it and use it for good.
It is said that this child of heaven, sent down during the years before the Tear, in order to grow, and accustom itself to the customs of the land, will find this Tear every time it drops. Only this child can see this Tear because of its pure vision, can feel the Tear because of its pure heart, and can use it for good because of its pure soul….
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“Tawson!” a faraway voice snapped.
The child whose name it belonged to snapped awake on the desk out of her stupor of half-sleep, half-daydream. Blinking bleary eyes that changed color in the light of the sun, the girl raised her golden head from the desk.
“Sweetie, please pay attention to the text and sleep later,” the same voice said again, this time a little softer.
Rubbing her eyes, fifteen year old Linda Tawson nodded and sat up. Recently, dreams and visions had been plaguing her mind, taking a good night’s sleep from her every night. And there was nothing she could do about it except let the visions come and sleep whenever she could – even if it was in the middle of her classes.
The class then continued, letting Linda, or Lin, as everyone called her, think about her newest vision. It was quite unlike the other ones – bright and pure, filled with happiness and hope.
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