+The Back Story of Melaya Darkyn+

When Melaya Darkyn was still in her mother's womb it was already known that she would be the next Darkyn to bear the curse. Her mother could feel it; the current bearer always knew whom it would be passed to. She only wished she would see her daughter grow up, but because of the curse, she would die once Melaya took her first living breath. The curse of the Darkyn went back as far as any could remember. The majority of the family was Exorcists, all of who had the matter-creating ability. But where great power is at play, so are also great costs. The ability comes from their essence, their very being. Every time a Darkyn used said ability, a part of their life would began to fade. Every generation bore another and there could only be one alive at a time for the curse was their life, and their death.

Melaya was not an only child. She had two older sisters. Livi, the oldest, whose personality was sweet like honey, and Sonya, the one who was the most emotional out of the three. And then there was Melaya. She was just like her mother in more ways than just bearing the family curse; she had her mother's black hair and facial features. But like all others in the family bearing the burden, Melaya had odd color eyes, her mother had golden orbs that seemed to burn into your soul, her grandfather had eyes so vividly green they looked like gems. Melaya's eyes took her father's blue's and turned them oh so pale, almost as if she were blind.

She grew up motherless because of the family legacy so her father worked constantly to keep the girls fed and clothed. Even though the Black Order made sure the family kept living, it wasn't enough to keep the father happy. Or perhaps he was trying to forget the past, forget the loss of his wife. He couldn't even bare to look at Melaya unless he was drunk, so her older siblings had to raise her themselves.

Just before her 10th birthday their father fell ill with pneumonia and died merely days after. Sonya grieved the hardest out of the girls and began to regard God with a cold shoulder and an even colder heart. That was when the Earl of Millennium appeared to her asking if she wanted her father back. With his gaiety and gentlemanly nature Sonya all but agreed, after all, she'd be getting her daddy back. She didn't even care about the price. So when her father came to her, holding his arms out to her, she happily ran to him. Tears of joy fell from her eyes but soon they became ones of pain as her father was forced to get under Sonya's skin and take over her body as the price of his return.

Once he stumbled home in Sonya's skin, the remaining girls knew something was wrong; after all, having exorcist blood in you had its advantages. He attacked that night while they were sleeping; hoping it would be easier to kill them and ease the hunger that seemed to keep growing. Luckily he came to Melaya's room first since she looked so much like her mother. He hoped if he killed her first it would be easier to take out Livi. As he slipped into her room, Melaya woke up. She knew something was off but she didn't know what it was until Sonya's body was staring down at her with hungry eyes. Not her sister's eyes. Her instinct took over and her abilities were first put to use that night. A small dagger came through the palm of her right hand as he moved in to attack. Melaya moved quickly; hacking away in defense, terrified of what she was doing and what would have been done to her.

To this day she refuses to talk about that night.