The girl hides under the door, the carpet sliding over it with a familiar sound. She remembers her mother hushing her, shooing her into the small area. 'Something bad was coming', she'd said. And little Shauna believed her mother without question.

'Aren't you coming too?' the girl had asked, pleading with those large grey eyes of hers. And her mother had merely pushed her, gently, closing the door over her daughter.

'Stay there, Shauna.'

Her mother's screams were the most vivid of the memories, Vayne knew. It had been that day that her heart had shattered. To this day, the shards ground painfully into her—she made herself into a stone, a rock others could rely on. The darkness would no longer be something to be afraid of. It would no longer swallow frightened girls, no longer spawn madness and evil. The dark was her home now; she would shatter as her heart had been shattered, and it would hold no more fear.