I faded into the background. As though I carried the magic of my sister, I became a physical phantom among my loved ones. They didn’t see what it was I tried so hard to hide. Purposely done, I couldn’t let them see what it was I had turned myself into. Like the magic of Pestilence flowing through my veins, I let myself turn to other toxins to hide my secret. With the history of my parents, I knew the signs they’d catch when it came to my drug abuse, so I learned to mask it all by being the perfect daughter they never had to question. Now that I was heading off to claim my title as the Horseman of Pestilence, I thought my ways would keep others from noticing. Some were getting too close to my secret, and that very secret was beginning to grow into something larger than I could comprehend.