Prolouge: In which the foundress is introduced and other things occur

My eyes had always been a source of ridicule. They are a pale yellow...Whenever people looked into my eyes, they said that they experianced a moment of pure joy. It scared them. My sister always told me that the gift of giving people joy even just for a second was a gift. I disagree, it was more of a curse my whole childhood. I was shunned by my peers, even their parent's feared and hated me. The basis of hate is usually fear so, I was hated by almost all the people I came in contact with. Why couldn't they understand that I wanted to be their friends? In a personality test, I was described as good, family orientated, friendly, charismatic, and possessing a good sense of humor.  It was a good result, but...I didnt have a chance to prove them. Try as I could, I could never hate anyone. Im cursed with the ability to not be able to hate and be continuously happy. Why would this seem like a curse? Well, I want to feel those emotions. Its like there is a gaping whole in my soul that no matter how happy I am I cant fill it.

Hurt by all the people who hated me in my old home I agreed to come to this place called "Misty Isle". It was for people like me, people with strange features who were misunderstood in their old homes. There are no condemnation here. Or so the "agency" said. "The Agency", as they simply called themselves, had put an add in the paper, calling all people with abnormal features to come and live in peace and harmony. I had instantly leaped at the chance without researching into it. My older sister begged me, no pleaded, me to stay. Her sweet voice rose unbidden in my mind, "Things will get better, please dont leave!" My heart ached for a mere second then I became completely happy again. Stupid happiness...why cant you let me feel sad?

"The Agency" had provided housing without a charge. That was a good thing because most of my funds had been depleted on the journey to Misty Isle. It was an alright house, nothing like the mansion I was used to living in. It would do, its not like I expected to have the big family that Ive always wanted. My eyes threatened to water, but my curse caused them to stay dry.

I walked into my new abode. There was a book waiting on the couch inside the living room. I picked it up, it was an....instruction manual?I started to read it: Dear New Resident, The Agency thanks you for participating in our project- I stopped short, what did they mean "our project"? I continued reading: Your special abilities will be a start of a new race of powerful beings. DNA extractions will commence every Tuesday. The Agency hopes that you will cooperate with the project and not struggle or cause trouble. If you do, things will be...difficult. Now that you are here, there is no going back. We hope you enjoy your new life.
Sincerely,
The Agency
A feeling of dread came over me, but was soon replaced with happiness yet again. I knew this was too good to be true.