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There was a man and woman arguing, the voices were loud throughout the first-class Harmonian home. These two voices were of parents quarreling about the future of their youngest daughter, who had just reached the standard age of sixteen. These voices had names and speech patterns that were fearful and unloving to those who had such caring parents; Viktoriya and Van Winter the name did not shake the heart of any man or woman or even priest, it was simply a first-class house. But there was a story behind that house and it usually always started and began with, a four-two year old man named Van.
"Viktoriya, I've told you countless times! That filth in there you call a daughter of mine, has to have something BIG. Other first-class citizens look on her as if, she's some inbred freak. "Van shouted at nearly the top of his lungs, causing almost a echo from the spacious and quiet household.
"Van, you decided to MARRY me! You know exactly why she looks like that. Don't you call her filth, would you call me that?" She scoffed sounded offending from the insult of her heritage and the child that she birthed.
"You know I was starting to think, of some power ...right? Farheed had a power didn't it Viktoriya? "The tall man crossed his arms over his chest, as if he was scolding a child. A fingertip gently tapped the top of his chin, his face started to be shrouded in those messy blonde strands.
"VAN! You cannot be serious! You can't just go and grab that kind of power! I mean, suppose they try to take her away? Is that what you want? You want them to take away Kit-Kit? I know, she's not like Walter or Serlinda...- but that's no excuse to try to go grab some true rune to make her something special. Kit-Kit can be special, she's just like me " Although the husband and wife were fighting, in the back of her head she would smile that ONE of her children had resembled her.
While the two continued to scream at each other, there was a girl sitting in the dark. The highest part of the house; the attic was her room...very cramped up and lacking in detail unlike the rest of the house. The young girl had a simple old dress on that showed part of her arms and covered her legs up entirely. Kit-Kit's head was hidden within the comfort of her arms and the nightgown, white hair was spindles and curtaining all of her face and some of her arms.
"...What should I do? " Both of her parents never listened to her anyways, she wasn't strong like her brother or fast like her sister..Kit-Kit was just ordinary or so she thought.
"I'm sure Armand wouldn't mind a little visit from us, we WERE supposed to bring them Serlinda when she was sixteen. But I'm sure Kit-Kit will do just fine as a substitute "He said now that his anger had calmed he was GOING to do it, with or without her help. "I'll plan a time to leave very soon, you might want to tell that reject upstairs that she's coming somewhere with us. I don't want people to see her unless she dressed like a boy, people know about the "sickly" daughter we have, I don't want anyone to try looking at her. She's going to look like my servant not some freak show. - I'm going to bed and you better get in there soon too." He said with distaste on his dry mouth, turning away he hiked himself up the stairs into the upper level where the master bedroom was.
"...Fine. ", Viktoriya sounded as she took a heavy sigh, Van used to be such a nice man in almost twenty years of marriage one would think he would've gotten nicer. Viktoriya took the stairs up to a fourth floor, that was the attic space and she lifted her dainty hand letting a soft knuckle tap on the door. "...Honey, open the door...I need to talk to you." She said with the sweetest tone in her voice, her youngest daughter was very quiet and tended to scare easily. "...Please..? It's just me..." Leaning her blonde head against the door, she closed her solid blue eyes and waited for the click of the door knob. Viktoriya could only hear the silence in her room, there was nothing that she couldn't hear.
That's when a soft turn of the knob slowly clicked open; there was no greeting just a vacant and a apparently very upset stare. Kit-Kit's mother came in and set down next to her, as she was sitting on the bed trying to make it seem as if she heard nothing.
"Kit-Kit...your father and I had a discussion on your future. We've decided that you are going to Farheed to pick up your first rune. See when I still lived in Farheed, your father was very passionate about me...he said he could not live without me. The elder said if I removed my rune from myself, they could make a ceremony to change my appearance to appease the Harmonian priests. - You know, I agreed. But it was a one time deal, as well as a second deal attached. If any of our children, were born with my heritage they had to come and retrieve my rune. - It will be fun, but your father wants me to dress you like a boy until you are out of Harmonia. The way you look stands out and people here believe that you have some kind of sickness. " A hesitant hand was brought to Kit-Kit's shoulder and lightly gripped to comfort.
"..Oh...I'll start getting my things ready." She said in a self-conscious tone with a bit of disappointment added onto it. Viktoriya stood up and casually walked away from her daughter, touching the doorknob and holding her position for a few minutes. The expression that was left on her youngest daughter's face was unreadable but it still held at the same time, a very upset expression. Viktoriya saw her slightly hunched over, with her hair all around her face only pieces of Kit-Kit's mouth seen through the translucent white hair bathed in the night. "...Goodnight." Viktoriya mumbled as she slowly closed the door, and locked it from the outside so she wouldn't dream of escaping.
One - Two - Three - - - Click!
Kit-Kit heard the sound of the door being locked from the other side, she turned her head towards the sound, the tension was becoming too much. The pressure began to show on her snowy shaded face and tears fell like rivers from her eyes and no whines from silent mouth, a forearm came up and shaded her face from view of even microscopic things.
Filth. Reject. Servant boy - were three names she'd never forget.
Kit-Kit got up off the bed and put out her servant clothes, they were placed on the bed with care. Then she added clothing that she was allowed to wear when outside the country, it was a pair of black pants and soft green boots with ankle guards. A cute pull over dress, with a odd looking bow in the back that had a long sash and long soft gloves was set out. After looking over her clothing she gave a heavy sigh, those soft pink eyes were saddened to think about what her father was going to try to do.
Did nobody UNDERSTAND? There had to be a way out, right? The door had been locked from the outside, so she couldn't leave through there, her eyes dropped to the ground and stared at a spotlight coming from the window.
Kit-Kit wasted NO time, she gathered up her clothing and placed her nicer clothing into a bag. Removing the gown she was wearing, she carefully added the binding band around her chest and pulled it tight. A bow was removed from her delicate hair, for a simplistic tie and a boyish looking braid. Warm pants and a heavy overcoat was put on over it, due to the icy wind. Once she was packed, Kit-Kit climbed onto her rickety dresser and stood up near the window. She pushed the window open, leading to the outside and she threw her bag outside and let it fall from the third story. Pulling herself up and out with much problems, as she was not very strong at ALL, she fear what would happen as she was sitting on the side of the roof. A large piping to the side was very helpful in way, it descended at least two stories of the house but not the last one. Kit-Kit crawled down the side and carefully gripped the piping and went down until she could go no further. As much as she feared falling from such a height, she HAD to let go thus she found a spot to where the grass looked the softest and her hands relieved themselves of the pipe.
Kit-Kit would freefall for only very small seconds until the side of her body hit the ground with a thud. Since she used her left arm for more of the impact, it had broken the second she hit the ground although she hadn't noticed until she stared to move.
"...My arm..." To keep herself from screaming or crying to loudly she covered her mouth, and slowly got up that fall was never made for someone who didn't seem to have any strength in it. Kit-Kit leaned down with her good arm and grabbed her bag leaning it over her shoulder. Where was the next place to go? Kit-Kit tip-toed, treading lightly across the grass and the pavement to the horses stalls in the barn. The horses were asleep there were only about five or six, she needed to only take one. Which Horse? The strongest one? Or maybe the obedient one? Kit-Kit couldn't get up on it, since she had never rode one..nor would her arm let her. There was a strong grey horse, it had only been used to pull part of their carriage. So she walked in during its sleep, a gentle hand tapped its nose to wake it up.
The grey horse turned its head near her as if it knew which one of Van's children it was. Kit-Kit pulled a little at its reigns as if to try to get it to sit down and it lowered itself eventually after a few tries. The gate and the stall barn were already open, so as soon as she put one leg over the horse she tugged at it a little. Controlling a horse seemed rather difficult, she was only trying to copy what she'd seen her father do. The horse was moving at a good pace, which had her all over the saddle. Kit-Kit couldn't sit up and ride properly. So instead she was lent down with her good left hand tightly clutching the reigns. The grey animal felt the tensing hand and the body clinging to its dull mane, this was a sign of the inability to ride and his slow gallop was the only thing she would mostly likely be able to withstand.
During the night, the horse had eventually rolled up and was riding fast and firm with Kit-Kit clinging onto the beast for dear life but that soon came to a stop at the border. Three soldiers stood firm in there vibrant blue suited with shoulder armor and helmets, spears and swords at the ready.
"Who goes there! " One shouted in utter fear it MIGHT actually be someone that could cause a problem. Of course Kit-Kit did not answer, she was taught to never talk to strangers. The three men were unsure and asked her again, while she approached even closer.
"..Hey! Kid - who are you! " The one with his spear ready stood there waving it around to show his authority. The horse's sudden slow gallop to a full speed drop was not welcome to those three soldiers. The horse raced across the border, Kit-Kit had nearly fallen off after all she had only one good arm to attempt to steer with. The three soldiers took off after the quiet young ' boy' the horse had something thrown at it was a small dagger. The dagger cut the back of the horse's thigh and caused it to stop at a sudden, as it had skid it threw the girl off and she hit the ground. The sudden throw, was enough to leave her against the ground for a few minutes while she was recovering from the agony of defeat. This was when the horse rode off towards the city and it left the young 'boy' there to fret and to probably be in a whole lot of trouble. The soldiers saw her now as a threat and would treat her like one. Just as the loud thudding of the horses began to get louder as they stopped near the culprit, this is when she started to get up.
" Stay down boy..." One of the men jumped down and pressed it metallic boot against ' his ' back. Kit-Kit laid there and wasn't about to talk but, he pushed his hands against the ground and moved so he was able to knock the young ' man' over. "..We need to teach him a lesson." The first soldier leaned down and grabbed the back of the boys jacket, lifted him so Kit-Kit was unable to move her arms as she was captured. The large man intertwined his arms with hers and tugged them back, the second soldier approached the boy to 'discipline him'. Suddenly, the third rammed his fist right into the face of the young boy and then the second jabbed him right into the stomach the punch and the armor ripped his shirt.
The three men continued heavy and dangerous assault on the young 'boy' slapping, punching and kicking the young "defiant" man. Screams and crying of the bloodied young man, couldn't be heard within the border or by listening ears. After he could no longer stand, the boy was dropped onto the ground where more assault was going to happen until the moonlight caught the item and that shined.
"...WOAH! Stop! " The man who began to assault waved his hand for them to stop trying to attack, he leaned down and he grabbed the hand of the unmoving young man.
"..Guys..." He put the hand into the light, it sparkled a light off of a beautiful and amazingly vibrant turquoise stone. The symbol with a arrow through a deer was a first class citizen home symbol..from some family. The same man, turned towards the two men. "GRAB a BOAT! GO! HURRY!" The soldier in commanded yelled out.
Within moments to seconds a make-shift boat had been grabbed and heaved it together. "..We cannot let this ...- young man go home. We'll be put in jail! We cannot have this...let's get rid of his body. There is a lake near here. ". The man gently picked up the young boy and carried him, while the other two soldiers walked towards the lake that was nearby. " Put it in the water..." the man said, as the two older man dropped the very poorly made boat into the water. The first soldier laid the 'boy' inside of boat as well as the horribly muddied bag "..Hopefully, he'll never come back..or he'll die...whichever one comes first " With hat his metallic boot hit the boat, the force used made it go into the current.
Kit-Kit couldn't move her body was bruised beaten and sore, there was nobody who could her voice. After only a few moments, Kit-Kit became exhausted and went unconscious.