*This is a fanfic of 'upon wings of change'* I never liked the cold, never needed it. So why do I continue to live this harsh environment. Simple answer, because it's all I know. Janara, a 15yr old that has never had a moment of joy since she was born. Hated by other for her lack of "emotion", hated because she can't speak, finally, hated by her own mother, simply because her being born gave her stretch marks. Others hated what they didn't know and Janara's existence that was shown on the surface is barely the tip of the iceberg. Before reading this, read Crystal Scherer's Upon Wings of Change and vote for it as it's the best book I've read in a while.