Chapter 1: A happy happy childhood.
Life in Stonehaven is absolutely lovely- everybody waves everybody waves a cheerful wave to one another in their posh kempt manors.
Everybody knows everybody in Stonehaven, young men help an elderly woman across the road and a carriage immediately stops for a man with a limp to pass.
People greet each other cheerfully as they whistle along,
the tailor waves and flashes a knowing grin to a group of giggling young women with money in their clutch purses.
For any aspiring lad or lass living in Stonehaven the sky is the limit,
just like the many lovely flowers sprouting all over the meadowed yards blossoming radiantly- if you're a human that is.
If however you are a Nymph then I am sorry to say life isn't very cheerful at all.
In the abandoned walled off docks away from all the lovely ignorant suburbs of Humans
Nymphs reside in a crime filled hovel.
This is what Stonehaven is to a Nymph.
Life in Stonehaven is an absolute prison- everybody keeps their head down as they walk through their squaller blesk nothing of a town,
every house the same squaller hut with a different number in brass plastered on it- if you can afford one that is. If you can't your bed is set up for you, just lay your head on one of the barren dirt roads or in a scrapheap unloaded by the docks from the human side of Stonehaven.
Everybody knows everybody in Stonehaven because you need to register yourself and family as a refugee/Nymph slave in the guards log book,
Young men rob an elderly woman of her necklace and a carriage stops for a man with a limp only to have him bolt behind and steal all the cargo.
People drudge along to their awful jobs waiting for one of the machinery of the rusted docks to break loose and crush their necks.
The tailor gets shanked in the back and falls in a pool of blood in front of a group of young whores' money in their waist bands.
For any aspiring lad or lass in Stonehaven their faces are shoved into the mud,
just like the few blades of grass that dares to grow they're cut down if they grow above the rest.
If you want a story about someone in the lovely side of Stonehaven,
I can tell you about a young girl named Charlotte Reed who does everything right and marries a lovely man and they get married and the reception is wonderful
and no one is punched in the face and they have three happy children
and live in their happy sappy lives- well I won't.
Instead here is the story of a young Nymphan girl named Alyria Brimestone.
Even though Alyria was only six years old she had already decided to escape Stonehaven,
she tried climbing the trees then the walls even the gate that barred between the bad and the good Stonehaven even though it was prohibited.
A couple of guards stood watch, the slightly thicker one looking to the far wall of the courtyard instead of the one behind him where Alyria was scaling them.
"Hey what do you think this wall is made of Jenkins?" He turned to ask his partner who simply sighed as though used to such a stupid question from the man.
"I don't know- Brimestone!" He paused, cut off by the sound of scraping boots on the wall, turning his sight he saw the young Nymphan girl clambering up the rock ridden wall.
"Really? I thought it was made from cobblestone" The thick guard shrugged, slightly surprised by his partners answer.
"No you idiot, that bloody Brimestone girl is climbing the walls again!" Jenkins pointed his voice laced with a condescending acid that burnt through his partner's skull.
The thicker guard turned to roll his eyes- that girl was nothing but trouble.
Alyria had her tongue stuck out in concentration; she was closer than she had ever been before hands filled with cuts and scrapes from gripping onto the loose rough stones that made up the ugly grey wall.
Lifting her right leg she found a small foot hole that gained her leverage considerably, glancing down to the wall she noticed a secure looking rock that she tested with her left foot. It held, with a small smile she decided that it would be enough for her to continue climbing. Lifting her left leg again however was a struggle, she felt a tight tug from her trousers and soon a firm grip of whatever was pulling on her boot leg now had her ankle. Turning her head slightly, Alyria glanced back down keeping her hands latched onto the wall as she felt a tremendous force tug at her leg like a tug of war rope, she had guessed correctly one of those stupid men in uniforms had decided to wreck her greatest climb of the wall ever and drag her down.
"Let me go!" Alyria squealed sharply, using her free leg to shove her heel down into the guards arm, continuing this motion until the guard swore underneath his breath and released his grip. Grinning Alyria turned back to her work and hoisted her leg up onto the foot hold she had deemed safe enough.
This was a mistake, because as soon as she attempted to push anymore of her weight onto the foot hold, the stone crumbled and left Alyria's leg dangling with several hands waiting to grab it.
They grabbed her down forcefully from the wall only to get a sharp bite on the arm from the small girl's teeth and have to drape the young kicking girl over a shoulder and deliver her to her hut only for the same thing to happen the next day and the next.
Alyria huffed as she jolted on the man's shoulder; she hated being carried, she had legs and could use them.
Once again her plans to climb the wall had been thwarted by the stupid guards, kicking mercilessly and repeating to hit the man that held her with a fury of bites and clenched fists, the man had decided he had had enough of this young girls abuse and soon Alyria had her head shoved in the mud, which to her was nothing new.
Still it wasn't fair, anytime she tried to leave her ankles were pulled and again and again and again and again she would get her head shoved into the mud below by falling or by being dragged into it, but she would always stand up once more and wipe the mud from her face ignore her wounds and start to climb once more.
So then the guards became bored of shoving her head into the mud and decided to simply beat the small girl instead and even though her lip bled and her eye was a sickening bludge of black and purple the young girl scrambled to her feet valiantly, breaths hoarsened from the large limp bump that had formed over her bottom lip.
So the guards shoved a burlap sack over the resilient girls head and flung her over a shoulder once more, kicking and screaming from the girl enveloping in response.
Bringing her back to her little vulgar wooden hut number fourteen row four on the right for the fifty seventh time this month.
Impatiently rapping his knuckles on the flimsy door for the tenth time,
the guard holding Alyria propped her up with an arm and snatched the sack off her head.
The door was finally answered by a rather frazzled but beautiful Nymph woman with long pale blonde hair that came down to her shoulders. She opened the door a crack eyes darting from side to side, only to see the shining glint of a guards shield and in an instant let the deadlock go.
'This yours?' The guard's voice was gruff as he shoved the young girl into the hut even though he fully knew that the girl belonged there.
The woman wrapped her arms around Alyria tightly her eyes widening as she saw the black eye that was swelling and spread to her cheek covering one of the aqua diamond birthmarks that etched over both of them.
'You didn't have to strike her she's just a little girl!'
The woman snapped, kneeling down to see to her daughters wounds crouching down shifting her fingers through her daughter's mud ridden blonde hair.
'But she bit me and kicked Samson in the knee!' A rather whiny voice erupted from the squad of guards the leader giving him a stern glare.
'You know the rules Ma'am' the head guard said with unnecessary authority and hand movements for his men to move out, they left wordlessly in a marching order as though they had left from some important mission, not beating a young girl because she didn't like people touching her and climbing a wall- which in actual fact was only a small fineable offence but obviously they had taken a disliking to the girl, probably because she would always spit in their faces and tell them to bugger off if they tried to be civil and ask her to climb back down from whatever had taken her fancy to climb that particular day.
'Alyria what did you do this time?' Her mother's voice was now strained, as she attempted to not let any tears fall from the sight that her daughter was in at the moment.
She sighed as Alyria lowered her head eyes now glued to her boots and pouted loudly crossing her arms. "Did you climb the trees in the park?"
All the woman got was a small no and a shake of her head.
"Did you climb the gates again?"
Once again Alyria gave a small no and shook her head.
"What about The walls?"
This time Alyria gave an ashamed shuffle of her feet and a small maybe.
"Alyria!" The woman cried out in exasperation, to have a man's voice finally respond.
"What has the little rat done now?" A man with silver eyes and greasy brown hair called out heatedly from the other room. Alyria gave her mother a worried look as though she simply wanted her to give the punishment.
Her mother responded calmly, eyes now fixed on the half opened door that had the man sitting in. "Don't worry I'm taking care of it Orlin"
The man then gave a string of fierce indecipherable ramblings but quietened down.
"Fine fine Eyshalta" He yelled back, this time something audible and continued to whatever he was doing in the other room.
"Come on Alyria let's get you cleaned up"
Eyshalta said with a small tussle of Alyria's hair and led her to the girls bedroom sitting her down, she used a wet cloth on Alyria's swollen eye, the small girl winced and turned her head away as the damp fabric reached her sore.
"Good girl I know it hurts but we need to stop the swelling" Eyshalta explained to her daughter who nodded bravely as her eye was pressed down with the cloth once more. Embarrassment flooded the girl in the form of tears that ran down her face as she whimpered to speak.
"I-I'm sorry mother" She choked out snivelling, Eyshalta wiped the tears with a dry towel and dampened it with a small tin bowl of water to clean the girls cut lip.
'I know sweetie' Alyria looked up from the wooden floor, to see her mother give another small sigh looking off somewhere else her mind in another place, as though talking mainly to herself than to Alyria. "I used to want to leave this place too, did for a while in fact guess you get that from me wanting to see the world outside..."
She paused as she realised that her rambling was only making things more confusing about what not to do and what to do and instead of speaking simply gave her daughter a reassuring hug.
"You will see the world one day Alyria I promise- you will leave Stonehaven and see everything and come back to me with so many stories
" She whispered to her bright eyed girl holding her close to shield her from the fact that the outside world was just as horrible.
"Maybe a few about boys" Eyshalta added, her expression now sly trying to break the silent and awe filled mood given off from Alyria.
"Why would I want to tell stories about them?" Alyria said 'them' as though they were a different species and gave her mother a disgusted look. "They're boring!" This response resulted in a long string of giggles and laughter from Eyshalta who had to place a hand over her face to hide her amusement, as Alyria had began to pout as she did not find anything that had been said as humorous.
After the laughter died down from Eyshalta, she gripped her daughter tightly around the shoulders- she wished that her daughter could stay this way forever.
The day that she would leave, would be the day that history it seemed would repeat itself, but the world wasn't rose trimmed and wonderful, even if you got into the human side- you were instead simply watching it go past you a world that you could never touch one that you had dreamed about peering through those bars, and if you slipped through them you were even worse off- a prisoner still and yet outside the prison simply watching all those that got to live and enjoy that world you could only see from afar, now right in front of you only it wasn't for you to take.
Eyshalta simply prayed that the day her hopes and dreams would be crushed wouldn't be too soon. "Alright time for bed now" Eyshalta whisked the young girl under her covers and took away all of the medical items that she had laid out before.
If the world has a sense of humour, it must be pretty sick in the head.
Life was already awful here wills snapped like breadsticks if you had any to begin within the first place.
But the world seems to have an unsatisfiable hunger when it came to making the small girl Alyria BrimeStone's life hell.
Is what would have resonated in her head had she not been a seven year old.
Alyria sat in the wardrobe and sniffled as tears pooled into her sorrowful grey eyes pale blonde bangs becoming damp as they framed down into her eyelashes past her forehead as her head seeped into her knees.
The only other time she had ever cried this much was when a guard had beaten her so hard that her leg snapped. She was only six and smart mouthed him and he retaliated, badly.
That was a year ago. She wished she was there right now.
An idiot noble boy visiting with his father the duke of Stonehaven on a 'diplomatic trip' (The diplomatic trip took place in a rather seedy place behind the docks with a few strange women) Thomas felt bored, his father usually took hours before coming back, always with the same weird half smile he only got when he returned from that place. Slumped in a corner underneath a withered tree, the guards his father had sent him with had all left as well, to go get a drink they said- then all chuckled to themselves and wandered off without him.
He hated it when adults laughed and he didn't get the joke, they'd never explain it to him either.
With a sorrow filled sigh, Thomas let the sun hit him from underneath the shade, the buckles on his boots reflecting a sort of light that he felt he needed to stare at for a while- until that too became boring as well and he went back to slumping, elbow bent in a relaxed but not too happy about it manner.
The only sound he had heard since coming to this awful place was the crunching of carriages wheels on loose gravel and the steam spitting out with an unbearable high-pitched whistle along from one of the smelting shops he had been seated next to. But then a different sound entered through all the rough mumblings of the men drudging along and the carriage wheels crunching along, instead he heard faint laughter in front of him, looking up from the shade that laced around his figure from the trees withered branches, he saw that a few children were beginning to play some sort of game with a leather ball- he couldn't really understand the rules, it was one he had never seen before- he rarely played games, often forgotten about amongst all the adults in his father's estate.
But still, as he watched on he felt no longing to join with those other children, as he noticed that all of them had pointed ears curved and strange, their clothes were unkempt and looked poorly as was their hair, bruises dirt and scratches layered over almost all of the children's skin.
His father had told him to never go near the children in this place, and now he knew why- they looked to him like animals crawling and wallowing in the dirt as though they knew that they belonged there. The ball came racing though one of the Nymphs feet and soon a mislead kick had the ball in line with Thomas, who looked down at the mud laden thing in disgust. "Could you please pass that back?"
A girl a bit older than him with wide grey eyes and long mousy brown hair that frayed over her face, and was soon brushed behind her ear by a unsteady hand approached him her voice slightly nervous.
Thomas gave out a small huff, rolling his eyes slightly he looked back up at the girl; she was lanky but wore a slightly tolerable dress than the others she was playing with as if she cared for it. It was a faded pink and had long rolls of frills and lace along the trim and the bands around the puffed sleeves around her stringy arms. He had seen the way she played, she wasn't very good even though she was a slightly tall girl and had no reason to not be, and she would go out of her way to make sure that her dress remained intact- annoying those that played alongside with her.
With a snide smile, Thomas picked up the ball in his hand for a moment, twirling it around in his palm, the girl still blankly staring back at him bitting the corner of her lip for a moment and then fixing up one of her sleeves while the wordless moment passed. Thomas guessed that this girl wouldn't be very good at catching; she hadn't been very good at kicking.
Shifting the ball through all the mud that it could carry along the vulgar sludge that he had made sure to avoid sitting on, he threw the ball with all his force at the girls stomach, without warning the ball landed into her square in the chest, the mud spraying down her leaving a large stain down the front of it, the ball landing with a small thud beside her feet.
The girl simply looked up at him, tears starting to form in her eyes she sniffled slightly and examined her dress stretching it out with her hands. She then brought her hands to her face and glared back at him, her cheeks bright red. "Why did you do that?" She whimpered loudly, rubbing her sniffling nose with a hand tears rolling down her cheeks as she picked at the dirt that she could get off the lace.
"Nymphs shouldn't own pretty things, don't know where you stole that dress from, but at least it matches your hair now" Thomas grinned at her, and continued to taunt the poor girl about how her hair looked like mud, and other unpleasant things that were also brown. "Atheniny, did you find the ball yet?" A voice shouted impatiently, Thomas at first felt nervous at the prospect of an adult coming along, but recognised the voice to be of another young girl, so remained his arrogant self. "Atheniny?"
Alyria ran up to her sister, who seemed to be having a conversation with the boy that had been sitting underneath the tree the entire time they had been playing, what was with her elder sister and boys?
But as soon as she came close to her sister, she noticed something was wrong.
She had seen that Atheniny had been shaking quite a lot, but simply thought that she had been talking loudly or fidgeting with her hair again, but now she saw that it was too violent to be that- she was shaking like someone did when they were in tears.
Coming face to face with her sister, she looked up to see that Atheniny's usually prim face was now red and crinkled, tears welling down her bright crimson cheeks.
Alyria also saw the muddy ball on the ground, and immediately went to go grab it, only to see that her sister's dress had a large circle shaped mud mark right in the middle of her chest. That dress was her favourite of all, Alyria didn't really understand her sisters obsessions with clothes- especially dresses, but did understand that the dress that had now been ruined had meant a lot to her, as their father had worked all nights for a few months, to ensure that she got it on her birthday.
She also understood that throwing a ball to have it land like that couldn't be an accident, and that whoever did such a thing was a major jerk. "What?"
Thomas motioned towards Alyria, watching her glare at him as though it didn't mean anything. Alyria grabbed the ball from the ground and raised her leg slightly; Thomas didn't take any interest returning to taunt the better victim, the one in tears.
Dropping the ball that Alyria had angled to his face she dropkicked the ball, it plunged into Thomas's nose whacking his face to go sideways from the force.
Atheniny looked onto her sister in shock, she was way too young to get the fact that you don't kick a ball into the face of the duke's son, but Thomas didn't look like he wanted to explain that with words. The ball knocked off the side of his face, rolling off into the distance and ramming the tree for a moment.
Mud now caked the boys face, as he wiped it off he also came across some blood and a sharp pain in the rim of his nose, also his cheek felt larger than it had before. Gritting his teeth, he tried to make sure that the tears that were now rimming around his eyes would not fall to show the girl that her kick had landed and had actually affected him. However anyone could plainly see that the ball had smashed his face up quite well, pink splotches running across his nose, mixing with a sickening yellow that was beginning to form around his cheek. "Y-you stupid bitch!"
Thomas used the word that he had heard his father used once when he was angry at a Nymphan servant girl that had dropped his steak on the floor.
"Hey you can't say that word!" Atheniny interjected in a confronting; wiping her tears away she seemed to have gained some confidence now that she was no longer alone with the boy. "Shut your mouth mud-hair!" Thomas retorted in response, stifling any of the confidence that Atheniny had felt a moment before- cheeks becoming crimson once more.
"At least she doesn't have a mud-face!" Alyria chortled back, causing a few onlooker children to laugh as she pointed towards Thomas's mud stained face.
The three children's squabbling continued on for a while, so long that those that had begun to watch started to find it to repetitive to be amusing any longer and one even slipped past them and grabbed the ball, then soon everyone except the three of them were all back playing the game they had been before.
Thomas soon as many boys that teased girls began to secretly think that he might actually like this girl that had not too long ago had kicked a ball into his face, and proceeded to tell her that he would marry her when they came of age.
Alyria responded harshly to his dismay, saying that she would never marry someone as stupid as himself.
Apparently her feelings hadn't changed unlike his own, and she was still mad about him teasing her sister who simply stood there watching the two bicker.
He hit her in return, slapping her across the face.
Alyria didn't know why or how it even happened it just did...
Everything simply slowed down, she felt so cold frost began to flow throughout her body brushing her finger tips. It felt like something was inside of her, waiting for this moment of utter rage all of her life and it relinquished itself, escaping through her hands that felt like ice. And then Thomas fell backward into the roots of the tree clutching his lungs for air, a sharp shard of ice lodged within his chest.
Atheniny screamed at the top of her lungs and fled acting as though Alyria had some strange disease, once the other children saw what had happened they all ran too shouting the words 'freak' and 'monster', their parents coming out from their dwellings to scold them for playing a stupid trick only to clutch their hanging mouths with their hands as they saw pools of ice flowing from Alyria the once dusted dirt ground now becoming layered in ice like a frozen lake, blades of grass turning into icicles.
Suddenly the ice stopped and the feeling replaced her with numbness, her veins light blue laced along her now pale white skin.
The ice around her stayed frozen, and as she looked towards Thomas noticed that his eyes were closed as though he was sleeping, but his body convulsed on its own, the shard of ice making blood trickle down his tunic.
Her mother Eyshalta had rushed to her from their dwelling as soon as she had heard the screaming and picked Alyria up swaying her in her arms, looking as though she were about to bawl. No this can't be happening not her little Alyria; they were going to take her away now. She could not let that happen, she should have expected that Alyria would get this passed down from her, why had she focused on Atheniny?
"Mummy what's happening?" Alyria was confused what was going on, that ice did it come from her? Why was it so cold now? "Shush child I will tell you when we get to the house" Eyshalta whispered bluntly, trying to keep a brave face and piggy backed Alyria to the dwelling, placing her on the ground to open the lock, her fingers fumbling with the key for a few seconds as she tried to gain some kind of composure.
"Ok now stay silent and hide in the wardrobe while mummy talks to the man ok it's a game see?" Alyria nodded shortly as she heard a loud knock at the front door and saw that her mother was deadly serious and ran to her room into the wardrobe. Alyria could hear muffled shouting coming outside of the crack from the twin wooden doors moving a few of Atheniny's dressed aside, she placed her eye to the peep hole to see what was going on.
"Just give us the child now or you die where you stand wench!"
A man with cobalt armour and a odd tower symbol printed on his tunic shouted at Eyshalta, an odd looking baton in his hand that when he twisted the knob on it, a spark of something resembling lighting flashed from its base. "No never I know what you do them, just because she has magical talent and isn't human doesn't mean you can take her there!"The man simply ignored her, eyes darting across the room he brushed past her with a harsh shove and entered the room that had crude drawings of flowers on the flimsy door- obviously done by a child. "She's only a child; I won't let you abuse her!"
Eyshalta ran past him and shielded the wardrobe with her body, standing in the oddly dressed man's way, protecting the confused Alyria inside.
The man chuckled to himself, boots squeaking as they stomped step by step on the wooden boards, his cruel laugh now echoing through the dwelling.
"What and you don't think you're all not being abused right now?" The man retorted, once again raising the baton in his hand in a threatening manner towards Eyshalta, now twirling it as he spoke. "This is a pathetic excuse for freedom, in a jail where humans only come to spit on your worthless faces!" The man closed in on Eyshalta trying to bypass her with a forceful hand to take Alyria from the wardrobe.
"You can't take her from her family!" Eyshalta gripped the man's wrist that had tried to fling her away like before, screaming at the man eyes pleading with the cold ones that he had fixed on the wardrobe.
"You touch her and I'll kill you!" Eyshalta raised her fists at the man ice clinging to them Alyria gasped her mother was a witch.
A blast of light enveloped the hut and Alyria couldn't tell if it was her mother's ice or the man's strange weapon but once it left wisping away and her sight came back once more she knew the answer. Alyria heard a high-pitched scream and a sickening thud.
She opened the doors slightly to see what the sound was.
What she saw was the most harrowing thing Alyria ever laid eyes on. The man, his back turned on the wardrobe was standing over the lifeless corpse of her mother. "Mummy?!" Alyria Shrieked and fell down out of the wardrobe sobbing, arms clutched over her stomach as it lurched forward that feeling she had sensed before was attempting to escape again. "Come with me now!" The man bluntly gritted his teeth, he was becoming impatient. "No you killed Mummy!" Alyria shrieked, and began to cry uncontrollably, clamping her eyes shut tightly.
No this wasn't happing; it was all just a bad dream. When she would wake up Mummy would be there hugging her once more. "Yes I did and if you're not a good little girl I'll kill you now come on!" The man commanded sharply, dragging her by her braided silky blonde hair. Alyria winced and tried to struggle out of his iron grip, but it only caused her scalp to feel like it was on fire as her hair was wrenched and twisted. "Don't touch me!" Alyria screamed and the cold sensation flared once more, except much more primal and powerful. She had no control...
She gripped onto the man's wrist to try and get him to let go of her hair digging her nails in only to find that her hand was once again freezing cold, her grip leading the ice up the man's wrist and then his forearm trailing and making his arm into something almost like an ice sculpture it continued to flow from her hand and up his arm causing it to be stiff, ridged frost climbing throughout the man's body.
He tried to scream out for help, but the ice had already reached up past his neck and over his lips a barrier of ice forming within his mouth. Falling to the ground next to Eyshalta, he shattered into pieces as if made of glass hunks of the man laid in a crystal form scattered across the ground.
Alyria backed away staring at her hands that were still ice cold frost lingering as though a part of her, she only felt the numbness as though it didn't want to hurt her, whatever it was. What was wrong with her?!
Alyria scrambled back into the wardrobe and slammed the twin doors shut behind her, rocking herself back and forward shivering back and forward underneath all of her and Atheniny's clothes, sometimes reaching out with one of her hands to brush her finger over a dress only to have it turn to ice frost building over it just like that man. So cold... So alone... "I'm sorry Mummy please forgive me" She whispered to herself over and over again trying to comfort herself, but nothing would work. Her mother really was dead. Alyria had killed a man.
She thought this through as much as a seven year old might, and tired to make an understanding of the situation she was in, she couldn't.
She could still remember the expression on his face when she had done it. It was imprinted in her mind. She would never forget the feeling of what it was like to take another's life, the way she had only touched him and he had shattered before her as fragile as glass, as if he was never made from flesh. It would stay with her forever.
Seth noticed the lock on the door was smashed beyond repair. "Damn guard better had been diplomatic" He clicked the door open and twinged as the rusted hinges screeched as he shoved the door aside; He heard a loud sobbing noise from the wardrobe. "Hmmm..." He stepped into the dwelling, the dirt floor shuffling under his feet.
"Oh Celestials have pity on me!" Seth looked to the ground, what he took to be Naien and a nymph woman with silver blonde hair and silver eyes were on the floor dead.
The woman had tears on her cheeks, a scorch mark on her chest, obviously from a tower baton. Naien was frozen his face caught in a horrified expression, frost building over his body, shattered pieces of him were tossed about on the floor as though when he had fallen he had simply shattered into nothing.
He walked to the wardrobe where he had heard the muffled sobbing. "Please come out" He put a hand to the brass door knob, but quickly released his grasp. The door knob was freezing cold, shards of pure frozen water stabbed through his hand, blood mixing with the ice. She had taken down Naien; she must be very powerful for a child of seven.
"No you're going to send me away!" Alyria whimpered loudly, wiping tears from her silver eyes. She didn't trust him he was a human. Mother had always told her to be wary of humans. "Mother didn't want me to go..." She trailed off crying, muttering things he could not comprehend between sobs. "I killed the guard..." "He killed mummy I would never kill mummy!" "She screamed and fell down and now she isn't breathing" "Got so angry so sad so cold that I..." "What am I?!" "Why me why me?!" Alyria began to shudder and put her head in her palms moaning, trying to cry but she just didn't have any more tears to shed. It was getting hard for her to breathe throat closing in, tears stinging in her eyes. Seth felt the spell on the wardrobe door knob wear off.
He swung open the wardrobe to see the huddled plainly traumatised girl.
She looked like a miniature version of the woman on the floor who he took to be her mother. Her hair the same shade of silvery blonde but her eyes were shimmering silver, pale white skin and delicate pointed ears to show her Nymphan heritage. Two powder blue diamond shaped birthmarks on her cheeks that were now stained with frozen tear drops that clung to her face. Her eyes filled with tears once again, the ones falling down her cheeks forming into crystals. "Don't worry we won't go to the tower" Seth assured her soothingly attempting to place a hand around the girl and gain some trust. "I don't believe you you're a bastard!" Alyria shouted heatedly tossing the man's arm aside crawling further back into the wardrobe, wiping her tears trying to be brave. She would not go to the tower. Mother didn't want her to.
'Geez what a stubborn little girl!' Seth thought surprised at her answer, she had spirit. But he would not give up.
"I can help you with your magic and get rid of it for you" "We won't even set foot in the tower" "I'm here to help you trust me" Seth rambled on along those lines for a few minutes, lying through his teeth was something that came naturally to him and all those lessons given by the order to handle situations like these when doing a complicated bag and tag operation had helped considerably. Alyria narrowed her sandy eyebrows in thought; the things that he was saying made the tower sound nice.
Maybe he wasn't so bad but still... "Promise" Alyria mumbled hoarsely from the back of the wardrobe, still teary eyed. "What?" Seth asked confused, not hearing her over the sobbing and snivelling. "Promise!" She repeated fiercely shouted, wiping frozen tears from her cheeks moving a few clothes out of her way she inched a bit closer to Seth.
"I promise you we will not go to the tower" Seth crossed his fingers behind his back or might of well have done, he wasn't actually going to promise to a seven year old after all he was eighteen a fully grown man and she was just a little girl, not to mention he had a job to do. Alyria pushed through a few more clothes and inched out a bit more, now her feet almost touching outside. She trusted him. He had been nicer than the other man. And he had promised.
Mother had told her that you can't go back on something when you promise it.
So she stepped out of the wardrobe, still shaking violently. She still felt the cold sensation, even now. Seth muttered some strange words that Alyria couldn't understand under his breath. She stopped feeling cold and finally felt relieved, it felt as though she had been starving for days in the wilderness and he had just offered her some glazed ham out of nowhere. He was going to help her. Everything was going to be alright now. No tower at all. But her relief didn't last; Seth grasped Alyria tightly by the arm wrenching it behind her back, dragging her out of the dwelling.
"You promised, you promised!" Alyria screamed trying to look at the man's face only to be met with the dirt road. The villagers around her simply ducked their heads trying to forget what they were seeing, pretending that they could not see what they were doing to the poor little girl and continuing to keep their lawns of dirt and rocks nice and tidy. "Here's a lesson nymph; don't trust anyone!" Seth pulled her head up so that she was looking directly in to his eyes, they distant and hollow. Alyria winced as Seth forced her onto the ground. Seth motioned for a guard with rope to tie her up. Alyria whimpered as he bounded the thick rope tightly around her wrists. The guard grabbed a piece of cloth and tried to gag Alyria, but she struggled and bit down hard on his arm. "You filthy little-!" He raised a wooden shield to strike her, Alyria cried out in shock as he struck her head, knocking her out.
"Erm so you're a nymph too huh?" A shy looking boy was now smiling awkwardly at Alyria who was in a flimsy old bunk bed on the bottom bunk.
Alyria groaned and stared up at the boy. He was taller than her, which wasn't hard she was quite short even for a seven year old. On the skinny side with jet black hair that was neatly trimmed and deep blue eyes that reminded her of water from an old well that was in Stone Haven. Thinking about home made her happy for a moment but it didn't last, she then felt depressed. She already wanted to go home... But maybe it would not be too bad this boy seemed to want to be her friend. No one had wanted to make friends with her before. He seemed to have already been living here as his clothes looked clean and his hair looked kempt- not to mention all of the books sprawled out on the desk along the wall opposite her.
"What did my ears give me away?" Alyria replied adding a hint of sarcasm but making sure it sounded like a jest and not a sneer comment.
The boy laughed nervously. "I-I'm Nelarosan""Hello Nelarosan I'm Alyria do you want to be friends?" Alyria despite her head wound rose up from the bed energetically and smiled expectantly at Nelarosan as though this was a normal social interaction.
Nelarosan looked a little surprised at her forwardness and nodded, blushing slightly. And that was the only friend Alyria ever made in the tower. And the first real one in her entire life.