The Rowan's Curse

Faith Isabella Rowan. That was her name. Her mother's favourite name was Faith. When she died the doctors decided that would be Faith's name. Faith's mother was Isabella. The hospital chose that too. And Rowan. Her last name. It didn't suit her at all. Rowan is bright and summery and warm. Faith was pale and willowy and cold.

Faith Isabella Rowan. That was her name. Her mother’s favourite name was Faith. When she died the doctors decided that would be Faith’s name. Faith’s mother was Isabella. The hospital chose that too. And Rowan.  Her last name. It didn’t suit her at all. Rowan is bright and summery and warm. Faith was pale and willowy and cold.

‘Cold’ was an understatement. 29◦c was her body temperature. Doctors were baffled about her. At first they put it down to Severe Hypothermia of Unknown Cause. But when…well, there were some other strange things about her, also found in [very few] other babies, they invented Rowan Disease.

Almost sixteen years later, she pulled out the hefty health dictionary from the bookshelf. She flicked to the index, under ‘R’:Rowan Disease, 289.

Page 289 had the name written in smallish print in the far right bottom corner.

Rowan Disease-An extremely rare condition where a person can survive even in extreme cold conditions and a lack of food, as well as live longer, but even a small cut or summer day can be harmful.

That said almost everything. That was why she had been living on the pavement and wasn’t dead yet. But it didn’t explain the personality. Faith rolled her tongue over her teeth, jagged white glass embedded in her gums. They only did this when she was angry, thank goodness. But those times like now Faith did all she could to keep her mouth shut. Especially like now, when you where in a public place. But it was not easy when the disease rules your whole life.

Faith wanted to yell so much. But she took the energy of anger, forced right down to her feet, and ran out the bookshop. She could run faster in this mood.

But as soon as her bare feet hit the baking tarmac, Faith felt dizzy. Her skin crawled and she lost all energy, falling on her knees. It was too late know. She was trapped by the sun. Despite the blinding light, everything went darker and darker until she fell to the floor with a slight Thud!

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