The ballerina twirls in a small music box drifting Alexus to sleep, the door slowly creaks open. A proud father walks up to little Alexus watching her eyes open. Her eyes are full of different colours all surrounded by a white background. 'you may not realise it yet, but your eyes are full of marvelous things' he says. 'the white in your eyes are the strings that will lash from your hands' ' the green is the wildlife you can summon' ' the red is the power you will possess upon your finger tips'' and the most important thing….. the brown, your wings you'll use them to fly….. and that's what makes you special'