A/N: Not all of the chapters are going to be this short, I just need to fill in any holes. Anyway, I tried to describe Aleya the best I could, but it's hard when I didn't have a baseline photo. I just had a mental picture. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Love, QK!
Prologue: Where The Wild Things Are
It was Dark.
Dark enough that if you held your hand out two feet in front of your, you couldn't even see the shadow.
She couldn't see anything, and the only thing she could feel was pain. Everywhere.
She wasn't sure if her face was covered or if maybe they had finally slashed her eyes like they constantly threatened to do.
She knew she was in a corner. She could feel the walls, closing in to a ninety degree angle behind her back.
She swallowed, and winced. Her throat was dry and sore. While her body ached and cried every time she merely breathed, her soul was numb. Devoid of feeling. She was a mixture of Empathy and Loneliness and hopelessness.
She wasn't sure what time it was, but from the fact that she could hear faint snores, she guessed it was around two o'clock in the morning.
How they managed to sleep in this prison was something Aleya simply couldn't figure out.
As a mere child of five, sleep should have come easy, but it didn't. Never. Not in the pit of despair.
Her only time of happiness was when she watched her father, Thanos the Great spare her from slaughter.
And then he would Praise her! Praise! It filled her with great joy until she was returned to her cell.
She only wondered what would happen to her sister-
No.
Before she could even finish her thought, snow white light spilled into the doorway, and she shielded her eyes with her arms.
Four footsteps were heard, and then the light disappeared, and she blinked a few times.
"Aleya? Do you live sister?" Asked a hushed familiar voice.
"Yes, Nebula," She responded quietly.
A sigh of relief was heard, "Come to me, sister."
Aleya breathed in deeply, allowing the scent of the room to drift into her nostrils. She stood, and then trudged forward until her sister's scent grew stronger and then fell to her hands and knees. She crawled until she touched the other girl's knee, and then crawled into Nebula's lap.
"Are you alright, sister?" Nebula asked softly. Aleya felt her sister's hand stroke her boyish hair gently.
"Yes, Sister. Just sore."
They sat like that for an hour in silence. Just taking slight comfort in each other's presence.
"Nebula?"
"Yes, little one?"
"Do you...do you think I will survive?"
Nebula hugged her sister a bit tighter, "why would you not, Aleya?"
"I'm...I'm weak. You and Gamora are such better fighters than I..."
"Young one, you are an excellent fighter. You handle pain well, and you are the best pilot, tracker, and shooter we have. You learn and use weapons better than anyone else here, and you think in a way that guarantees success. If you are killed, than Gamora and I will be killed as well," Nebula reassured her sister, calming Aleya slightly.
Out of all the children here, Nebula and Aleya were the only ones related by true blood. Every other child was merely someone picked up by Thanos.
Together, they were the perfect pair.
And as long as one lived, the other would too.
This, Aleya promised herself.
Alrighty guys, Prolgue finished! So, we are going to begin with the story next chapter! Let me know if you like it in the reviews! Thanks!
Love, QK.
P.S. Next chapter will tell you what she looks like and will take place on the Dark Aster.
