Cytheria was adopted, her mother and father died in a car accident. They were on there way to pick Cytheria up from school, she was orphaned at age six. Having no idea who the rest of her family was or where they lived she was sent to an orphanage in Boston. Justina Lloyten had just been divorced after a turmoiled four year marriage to a gasoline tycoon, and not being able to have children she decided to adopt Cytheria.

Justina being a high school teacher gave Cytheria the rest of her education at home. Cytheria hardly knew any children her age when she was little, and well she was wise beyond her years, I loved that about her, she said I was an old spirit as well. Many of our days were spent just thinking, talking, and spilling theories out our mouths.

She was a year older than I, but I seemed older by a mile. My mid back length,wavy, brown hair, thick pointed eyebrows, arched nose, cat slanted brown eyes, and small pouty mouth revealed more than the eye could see. We were a sight to see.