Midnight Diamonds

            A girl with a past no one really wants to know about or understand. He’s an outcast because he chooses to stay away from the ignorance of others. Together, they’ll dig deep into her life to solve a past that keeps unearthing itself in her memories.

Prologue

            Elisabeth Sinclair entered this world with hardships. Hardships that she would have to endure for the rest of her life for it seems as though she was born with the luck of hell on her side. But God in Heaven did bless her with some many splendid things some would only dream of, but just like you, Elisabeth Sinclair noticed none of her gifts for her tragedies seemed graver.

            Normal it is not for a child of one year and eight months to inform her mother in very peculiar sentences about her journey to the womb. Elisabeth Christina Sinclair told her mother of how far and long she had traveled, taking a spot on a man’s coat all the long way from the East of Asia. Four months shy of her second birthday, young Elisabeth retold the tales of the airplane ride to America, how she flew about in search for her mother, how it was she found the beautiful Catherine Sinclair sitting under a peach tree that one summer day.

            At this, Catherine Sinclair gasped. During the summer months before she became with child, she had spent the hot summer days under the peach tree just outside her home, reading to herself. How it was her young daughter knew she did not know, but for such innocence, she could do nothing else but believe. As the months continued, the fourth and youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair continued on with her stories as her knowledge of the English language furthered at a rapid pace for such a young child. Elisabeth recounted stories of torment and savage beatings before her young death; she would break down into tears when the images of Jesus on the cross were ever present to her because, as she said it, she had been tied in such a way.

            The horrid memories of a life from the past haunted the child’s soul and the parents could bear it no longer. They searched for cures; they roamed the country for someone to rid their child of her nightmare. The cure only arrived on the child’s third birthday. The family of six held a small celebration with just family gathered in the backyard for cake and some barbeque while the adults chatted away and the kids played their little games. Unnoticed by people was a snake slithering just around the perimeter, closing the distance between it and the small child sitting alone, watching the other kids play.

            Elisabeth gave out a yelp as the sharp teeth of the snake dove into her skin, unleashing its venomous liquid. Her startled father rushed to her aid, disposing the serpent the way only a father would do when his beloved daughter is in peril. He had taken a knife to the creature’s throat and pulled Elisabeth into his arms. The rush to the hospital had been quick and if they had arrived any later, death would have once again come to the child, but she lived. Though it had not done her any physical harm, it did for some unattainable reason, erase the images of a life she had long ago lost. For over a decade, those memories would stay locked in the portals of her mind.

            But misfortune did not stay away from the lonesome child for long. At age five she fell victim to smallpox, but once again, she was victorious, but came out of that with another small price to pay. She would forever have to live her life with severe allergies, her diet and actions would be on precaution at all times in fear something would go awry and the intelligent five year old would be taken forever from her family.

            Other kids found her differences to be threatening, so young Elisabeth had few friends while growing up. She had been gifted with intelligence, raw and undeniable. Her IQ was rated off the charts when she was only seven years old; she scored a perfect eight hundred on her math SATs at age eight. For anyone of this high level, they would have already graduated from college, be working on a degree of some sorts, working on finding cures to cancer and aids or solving unsolvable math equations. Yet Elisabeth Sinclair opted for her chance at a normal life. Sticking to regular study, doing the overly too easy work of elementary school, jr. high and high school with some difficult work thrown on the side to keep her from boredom.

            For any other child this would have been the greatest gift to receive, but for Elisabeth, this was nothing but continuous torture. Her intelligence drove others away, only drawing those whose only purpose with her was to extract some of her knowledge for their own use.

            Her knowledge wasn’t the only thing that made her different. Elisabeth Christina Sinclair was born to Alexander Sinclair, son of the powerful and wealthy business man William Sinclair, noted to be one of the wealthiest men ever to have lived. His wife, Alexander’s mother and Elisabeth’s grandmother was none other Elisabeth Wessington, queen of a small island in the Far East. It did not stop there, for Catherine Sinclair is the only child of Robert and Diana Townsend, both heirs to billions in fortune. One day, all that her grandparents held would land squarely on the shoulders of the unexpecting Elisabeth. She was to be the wealthiest girl in all of the world, but that was not what she wanted. Lady Luck was once again, not on her side.