The sunset was the most beautiful thing Ailia had seen in a long time. Ever since she was confined to the mansion, she has not seen the light of day. Not with a view like this, anyways.
Ailia sat atop the roof of the mansion, tears welling up in her eyes as the sunset down over the horizon. Gently wiping the tears from her eyes, she sat while the dark, cold blanket of night wrapped around her, embracing her with the familiar feelings of emptiness and sorrow. It had been six years since she had last seen her family, friends, and her best friend, Krystal. All the memories of that fateful day played back in her mind every day and every night, engrossing her thoughts like a plague.
Ailia had been only a young age of twelve, and had only just begun to figure out who she truly was. She was a Hall, and not the kind in buildings. Oh no, far from that. She was the very last descendant with the purest witch blood of the evil Hall coven. For many centuries her ancestors has raised hell in many places, burning chapels to the ground, fighting against the church. Her family were terrible people, and she had just begun to figure out how powerful this magic was.
She was with her best friend Krystal, a girl she had known since birth. They were minding their own business, playing out in the yard like any young children would do. But a very, very fatal event occurred: in the midst of their mindless playing, Ailia said 'and with it, we shall be reborn!' Ailias mother heard what her daughter had said, and she rushed over, but it was too late.
The young Ailia became swarmed with a power she had never felt before. Memories unknown to her flooded back as if they happened yesterday. The words she spoke unlocked the evil magic which her family tried for centuries to bury. Ailia was the new holder of the very devastating Hall power, and she could not control it.
Her mother brought her to the mansion, telling her they would stay together forever, and not let anyone harm them. Ailia refused, crying, screaming, and demanding that she go back to the city. But the family blood for betrayal ran deep; her mother locked Ailia away in the mansion, whispering 'You shall be protected...' as she shut the door.
Ailia wept for many hours that night. Once her sorrow was gone enough for her to figure where she was, she decided she would make the best of it. But the mansion was so dark, so cold, so...old, Ailia didn't know where to go or where to start. Candles were lit throughout every corridor, and they cast gastly shadows upon the walls. Ailia hid in her room, whispering 'Thu shall never get me...'
Six years later, at the age of Eighteen, Ailia walked the all too familiar walls, touching the shadows as if they were her only true friend left in the world. She wiped the tears forming in her eyes before they could slide down her cheek, and she departed to the dining room, sitting at the long old stone table. She stared around the empty room, watching as the last inch of sunlight crept away from the window. She was alone; no light to protect her, no way to feel warm and good about herself...All these years she wondered what Krystal was doing, how she was doing, if she still remembered...And for some strange, peculiar reason, she felt as though she would see her again.
Ailia sat atop the roof of the mansion, tears welling up in her eyes as the sunset down over the horizon. Gently wiping the tears from her eyes, she sat while the dark, cold blanket of night wrapped around her, embracing her with the familiar feelings of emptiness and sorrow. It had been six years since she had last seen her family, friends, and her best friend, Krystal. All the memories of that fateful day played back in her mind every day and every night, engrossing her thoughts like a plague.
Ailia had been only a young age of twelve, and had only just begun to figure out who she truly was. She was a Hall, and not the kind in buildings. Oh no, far from that. She was the very last descendant with the purest witch blood of the evil Hall coven. For many centuries her ancestors has raised hell in many places, burning chapels to the ground, fighting against the church. Her family were terrible people, and she had just begun to figure out how powerful this magic was.
She was with her best friend Krystal, a girl she had known since birth. They were minding their own business, playing out in the yard like any young children would do. But a very, very fatal event occurred: in the midst of their mindless playing, Ailia said 'and with it, we shall be reborn!' Ailias mother heard what her daughter had said, and she rushed over, but it was too late.
The young Ailia became swarmed with a power she had never felt before. Memories unknown to her flooded back as if they happened yesterday. The words she spoke unlocked the evil magic which her family tried for centuries to bury. Ailia was the new holder of the very devastating Hall power, and she could not control it.
Her mother brought her to the mansion, telling her they would stay together forever, and not let anyone harm them. Ailia refused, crying, screaming, and demanding that she go back to the city. But the family blood for betrayal ran deep; her mother locked Ailia away in the mansion, whispering 'You shall be protected...' as she shut the door.
Ailia wept for many hours that night. Once her sorrow was gone enough for her to figure where she was, she decided she would make the best of it. But the mansion was so dark, so cold, so...old, Ailia didn't know where to go or where to start. Candles were lit throughout every corridor, and they cast gastly shadows upon the walls. Ailia hid in her room, whispering 'Thu shall never get me...'
Six years later, at the age of Eighteen, Ailia walked the all too familiar walls, touching the shadows as if they were her only true friend left in the world. She wiped the tears forming in her eyes before they could slide down her cheek, and she departed to the dining room, sitting at the long old stone table. She stared around the empty room, watching as the last inch of sunlight crept away from the window. She was alone; no light to protect her, no way to feel warm and good about herself...All these years she wondered what Krystal was doing, how she was doing, if she still remembered...And for some strange, peculiar reason, she felt as though she would see her again.
