Prelude

A little girl stood by the window looking out at the pouring rain. She had always loved the rain. It tucked her in at night when nothing else would. It sang and cried her to sleep. Hidden within the clouds was a full moon. She loved the darkness of the night but not the moon. It made her nightmares come to life. Most would think she lived a happy life. She lived in a castle, she had two parents. ‘To die for,’ she would sometimes sarcastically tell herself. She didn’t inherit the line. She wasn’t supposed to live. They didn’t want her there. They didn’t love her nor did the trust her. They were the nameless. If a living soul-no matter how cursed-breathed their name terrible things would happen. Nothing pleasant would ever befall them again. Their names brought them. If they came, life may as well end. She never said their name but they were coming… It wasn’t new.

She knew what was coming. It was tradition. She was by accident. They never wanted her. They hated her. For this fact, she needed punishment. A sever punishment that ensured her to apparently regret her existence. The moon marked when the punishment was. When there was a full moon hanging in the sky then that was when her curse would be weak. She did not want to be cursed. It wasn’t her fault. Of course, that didn’t matter. Nothin did. She wasn’ even afraid of death. She couldn’t die afterall. Immortality…humans call that a curse only because they could never experience the spinning sensation of eternal life. Mortals didn’t know some things were worse than death. They who lived in fear of it. Perhaps death wouldn‘t be so bad, but what would any sensible person choose? The grinning skull of death or the vibrant face of life forever. Yes, life in both sky and land. Never rotting, never buried. Mortals, not needing to have a care in the world. Happy, hyper, scared mortals. Cruel and weak.

Mortals care only for themselves. Those pathetic disgusting selfish pigs! She didn’t really hurt them. She never killed. Filthy hypocritic mortals. They will pay. Every last one of them. They shall feel that stinging coldness I feel. They shall love and fear the day. Sunworshipers. They will all pay. The girls eyes flased red as her own thoughts whirled about her in a spinning vortex of negative emotions. A tiny chuckle and smirk escaped her icey lips. Not yet. Tonight wasn’t the night. Only a bit longer. She only had to wait a few years more.

Footsteps approached down the stairs. She turned her head tword the blood-painted walls. She sat in here ready spot-the middle of the flloor, carpeted by bloodstains. She grimicaed. The footsteps drew closer. The tiny girl started to hum an abnormal tune. Sad, hopeful, and mystic all at the same time. The door opened and she turned to stare at her reflection. The reflection in the knife. “Goodbye, Rynn.” A voice said. She smiled tightly as they said the child’s name. They had no idea who she was now. She wouldn’t be gone for long. They had to learn that the hard way. Their children’s children’s children would face her next. She would never stop. How could she. She was the shadows itself. They didn’t understand.

The closer a person’s heart got to the light, the greater their shadows became. She might lose the fight tonight, but this worthless mortal body ment nothing to her. The true resident of this body lost her soul long ago. She made sure of that. The girl laughed as knife sliced her. She laughed until this insignificant body she had possessed couldn’t breath any longer. As her dark soul eyed the gaping mortals she sucked in the air about them. Yelling they hit her with their weapons. However, it did nothing to stop her. Blending with the shadows she allowed then to go as far as the door before she took the thing that kept them alive. She stole theirt souls. Leaving the forever lasting ice on the walls, she began to paint with the no longer flowing blood. She wrote her name that noone would see for another hundred years. With that completed, she sought another life to take. A new body to impersonate.

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