Lost Child.
That was the word that was always heard when they wondered the streets. A lost child and parent-less. As far as the child was concerned, parents weren't needed, they had survived for six years alone, yes it was suffering at times, but they are here now.
Who needed parents?
Being called an it or a thing most of their life, and the stirring in their gut every time they saw a perfect family from the alleys they'd hide in to get away from the searching adults of the orphanage where they were put. Jealous of the kids who were treated better, they were finally given a name.
Hae.
Apparently it was a name that meant jealous. Fitted perfectly because, yes, Hae was jealous. Jealous of those perfect families, jealous of the kids that were treated specially at the god awful orphanage they had to stay at. Hae was extremely jealous, and it was never going to vanish. Like a black hole, it was devouring them, to the point of no return.
Boy.
He. A word Hae never knew off, hair just a little past the shoulders, than a usual boys should be, gleaming eyes feline like, scaring kids and adults alike. Hae was called a guy, by a boy in rags, like what they were wearing. So when a bunch of street rats like Hae showed up behind asking for help. Saying he was perfect for the thing they needed help with, the small body that could get into places with no problem unlike the rest of the groups, Hae asked for more information. The thing the group needed help with was something about a building full of fresh baked foods and warm clothes, not the scrubby, mud covered and disturbingly scented ones that they were wearing. The group had promised Hae that they could be one of the boys. Hae dived in head first, a group that didn't see Hae as just a thing, but a boy. That was the first time, Hae had become a he.
Friends.
Hae loved being one of the guys, they stole together, teased market clerks, petted stray animals, splashed rich families with murky muddy puddles, ran from the law that chased them every time the group was spotted stealing. They were kids, mischievous bunch of boys, that lived in an abandoned allotment on the outskirts of town. When the group ran around, Hae could be spotted everywhere. The odd boy out. Long hair like girls hair, slender face, yet the lean body of an athletic boy form all the running and climbing with the gang.
The next mission, a shop near the middle of town. Apparently a shop that sold to mages from far off lands, Hae just thought it was a stupid fairy tale. No such things as lands outside of this country. It started a fight, and when the group cooled their heads, it was back to the mission. Some formula of some sort was being delivered and it was meant to be selling for a hefty price, kids being the big headed dreamers they were, thought they could sell it higher, get money. Do something with what life they had left instead of disappearing. Until it went wrong.
Formula.
A strange feeling. It tingled, and Hae didn't mean to drink it. Really didn't mean to, but the group had forced it onto Hae, and then like a chemical reaction, something inside of them reacted badly and now, now Hae was this, whatever this was. Hae had to get away, but it was too late, the group abandoned them, and now Hae was being taken away.
Girl.
She this. She that. It was another new word. Looking around former brown eyes, now a mysterious purple, whatever that formula Hae had drank, it had done unimaginable changes to them. Hae still had the same body as before the formula, just slightly different. More slender, girly, like what they would have seen from the perfect families all those years ago, cowering in the dark alleys. Hae had escaped the law once more, and was on the run again. Those people that had took Hae away from the shop for mages with strange formulas and books they couldn't read, given them a change of clothes, a nightgown none the less, like what the maiden at the orphanage would wear. It was raining, and dark and everything was scary, whistles aimed more than likely towards Hae, catcalls, those words again girly and little girl, Hae had to stop running, tired and soaked to the bone. They looked like a drowned rat, and at the moment, Hae wanted to take up any offer if it meant getting out of this dampened gown and freezing cold rain.
Unique.
Unique.A word used by the men that caught them. Hae was like a unique antique they had found. A child of ten, with the figure of a women, but the parts of a boy. An androgyny child. A unique item. Collectable. Nothing more that what they were before, an it. Something you find, use for a while, then just toss aside when it was not needed no more, like a broken vase, or a short circuited electronic device. If Hae was so unique then why were they kept in this dingy room, and left with all types of people? Men and women, young and old? Dressed up in dresses. Forced to work in the bars, always labelled as a girl named Rynn.
Rynn.
Who was Rynn? Hae was their name? Hae didn't know a Rynn and yet, why did they answer to the name. Oh because they were scared of that dingy room, or was it because these people knew what Hae really was? Apparently Rynn mean King in another land. Is that why Hae was always called Rynn. Maybe because it mean king, and king was the male term of a ruler? Maybe because it was a cross-gender name? That's what those people who boss them around had said anyway.
Rynn Hae.
Having another of this life off being call she or he or it or a thing. Hae just wanted to be Hae, or Rynn. Whatever they were called. Hae never knew why two names were needed, but decided that they would answer to both names either way. Rynn Hae. Not wanting to see that small room, deal with the law, or become a street rat again. Collecting the small satchel they had, Hae decided it was time to go. Hae remembered from the time of having to pick up deliveries from that shop he was caught at, that the shop had deliveries going in and going out one day every week. It was time, the delivery was in the early morning and they didn't have time to dilly dally. Grabbing that small satchel, and a carefully as possible, Hae escaped. It was time to become someone else.