When darkness turns to light. (Fantasy/created world)

[Sonata]

Alright guys, I have a lovely little backstory written for how two characters have met. Current plotlines are flexible, but will occur obviously when they are of age. Girl is my character, her view gives you a couples glimpses into what her mind was like at the time as well as some fun little plot gems. I love plot, but there is plenty of room for adult themes in this.

What happens when the one thing your family, your clan has been looking for..was alive?
For centuries, their clan had searched for the one thing they believed would save them from a prophecy that claimed all within the clan would perish in a future war. There was a chance to change all that, and it all hinged on finding an old magic artifact. Legend claimed it to be a small statuette, but it had been lost..or possibly destroyed entirely in the first great war that had further driven a rift between those who believed magic to be an evil in the world and wished to live a life away from its clutches and those who accepted magic and the very rare who could actually cast magic themselves. Those who could use magic had to be careful where they did use their magic, lest someone decide to climate another little bit of the dying craft.

The clan had always accepted magic amongst themselves, even shielding those who found themselves born with magic, among those who wouldn't hesitate to kill them for their evil nature. The prophecy had come from one of their own, a small child who seldom seemed interested in the world around him..content to amuse himself with his toys and imaginary friends. A changeling child, a few child stuck among humanity...or so that was the legend. When he did take interest in the world and actual people around him.. He spoke in riddles. As each riddle came to be, it was determined he was simply gifted with prophecy..this his mind was never in the present, but often in the little snippets of what would come to be.
The boy grew and as he mastered his gift, he lived a rather normal life. The day of his death, he spoke of what would come to be. Demanding his words written down for future generations.

And that is how the clan came to learn of their fate, should they not find this statuette in time. One family in particular decided to take it upon themselves to find it. The quest passed from one generation to the next until it fell into the hands of a young man named Neil. He searched..as all others before him had. And when he to became a father, he brought his young son along with him.

They knew where it was. Years of research and chasing stories had finally proven fruitful. Thus they set out to reclaim this artifact. But what they found in the old crumbling castle wasn't what they had expected. Overgrown and nearly reclaimed by the land itself, no one had stepped foot in that place for a long time. So when they came to find a locked iron door deep within the dubbed in good repair, it's locks recently oiled and untarnished by even a speck of rust..both father and son were taken aback. But everything pointed to this place..so they had to find this artifact or let their people die.

Imagine their shock when they opened the door to find a tiny, half starved little girl. Her dull grey hair chopped unevenly and matted with tangles. Skin as pale as the moon itself..and those eyes. In a room that was no more than a prison, the girl shackled by one ankle to absolutely nothing..she stared back at them with eyes of such a vivid amethyst, entirely devoid of all emotion. She had given up, and accepted her fate..they were the eyes of the condemned.
Bruises brought some color to her pale skin, the old dress she wore filthy with dirt and blood. The girl couldn't have been any older than four...yet here she was. Alone. And utterly silent despite the many questions thrown her way. She just stared. Despite only having more questions than when he went in there..He took one look at his young son and knew he couldn't leave her there to die. Scooping up the tiny thing in his arms, only a wimper of pain from the child as she was moved. Both ankles were horribly scarred, the one that was chained twisted oddly. Silent tears ran down the girls cheeks, yet...they were tinged with silver. That was the first sign that the girl may have been more than she appeared.

"Well..I suppose you have a little sister now." Neil muttered to his young son, who of course was quite horrified by this at first.
"Give her to someone else..Leave her in that town we went through a few days ago." The boy demanded, stubbornly crossing his arms over his chest.
"No. We found her. When you find yourself unexpectedly holding something as precious as another life in your hands, you don't toss it aside. A bird may have a broken wing, but if you take care of it..one day you will be rewarded with its beautiful song and the sight of it learning it is no longer broken and soaring through the skies. Maybe one day this little one will learn that freedom."
The boy rolled his eyes. His dad was always saying stupid stuff like that.

But that is how he became a big brother.
Girls view-
She knew nothing beyond these four walls. Nothing before the darkness of before. The voice without a face that hurt her until she no longer cried. At first, it had felt as if her soul had been ripped apart..two huge gashes in her back that bled for so long. But the voice at least made the blood go away from that. Mercy he had called it. Or that he was just tired of hearing her wimper in the night. That had been said as well. She was left alone. Left to count the stones on the walls in her world. Once..she had heard what sounded like a bird echoing from beyond her world. She couldn’t tell you how she knew that was what it was. She just knew. A lot of things she just knew.
The voice came back too soon. And with it came the voices hands. They were angry, much like the voice. Yelling and screaming at her about things she didn’t know. But then the voice laughed and said it was alright..she couldn’t be expected to remember after that time before…when she had screamed until she had no voice left. Hands were surprisingly gentle, the voice tender. She belonged to him. The hands..his hands had wiped the tears from her cheeks. Tilting her chin up to look. The voice had never done that before. That was when she was able to put a face to the hands and voice. Eyes that burned like molten gold, a darkness that made her look away in fear. She soon learned when this man wanted her to look at him, she had no choice. His anger boiled over into a darkness that terrified her, hands grabbing her chin roughly again. Voice demanding that she look him in the eyes. He hurt her again, slamming the back of her head into the wall and putting his hand around her throat. She couldn’t breathe. But then it was dark again and she didn’t feel the pain.
Over time, she learned a name. Nyx. He always made sure she knew that he owned her. That she was his fragile little butterfly. But a butterfly had wings. A butterfly could fly away from Nyx. She mentioned that one time and he laughed and laughed. She didn’t understand why he laughed. But she did understand that Nyx could hurt her very badly even when he wasn’t in her world. He put the cold-hot metal around her ankle that always stayed. Other hot cold metal burned her wrists and her ankles at times when Nyx wanted to remind her of her place.
By the time she no longer cried when he hurt her she decided she wanted to just sleep forever in the darkness. Maybe she could make him mad enough to bring back the painless darkness. But he seemed to know this. Nyx didn’t come very often anymore. He didn’t hurt her as badly. He said it was useless to hurt her now. Now hurting her meant nothing. He said he found no satisfaction in nothing.
But one day..it wasn’t Nyx that came into her world. It was two others. One big..the other still bigger than her..but smaller than the big one. But for once..her eyes hurt. It was so bright. Not the heavy darkness Nyx came with. She heard another bird. And another. And there was something beyond the door..was that her world too?
She didn’t understand the questions, but she was too afraid to say that. So she watched the light behind them. They asked a lot of questions. But she wasn’t paying attention anymore to what they were saying, it was probably a lot of what Nyx said. The next thing she knew she was..warm. But she was too close to the biggest one. His hands were too close. But her ankle hurt when the chain left the ground. She didn’t mean to make a noise..she just couldn’t help it. But the hands..the arms were so warm. She hoped she could stay warm for just a bit longer.
But the little – big one got mad. The bigger one made him be quiet. He called her a bird. Was that what he said? She couldn’t remember..the warmth made her sleepy. It made her so very sleepy. Not the darkness sleepy, but a sleepy that made her smile. She had no idea she could smile. Or..that she could happy sleep.

And that was how she became a little sister.

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