As far back as I can remember I have dreamed. The dreams that I remember are always devoid of color, save a rich, dark crimson. When I was little my mother use to stroke my hair, soothing me after a nightmare saying:

"They are a gift from Sithis my dear. You must bear these nightmares; they will lead you to your future."

Later, after I was taken from my mother I would hear that name again.

I cowered in the corner of my cage, freshly awoken from another nightmare. Shaking and trying not to cry I could hear my Master and Sir talking between themselves.

"Do you think it's a good idea to keep her around?" Sir would ask Master.

"Of course! Why?" Master would continue to stuff meat into his mouth.

"She cursed by Sithis, that one." Sir would look over his shoulder at me and I couldn't place the emotion in his eyes.

The dreams were my only constant in the years after I was taken from my mother. At first I thought my constant was the pain and cruelty I felt at Master and Sir's hands, but soon even that changed. As I grew their treatment of me during the day and when others were around was the same, but at night when I was alone they would crawl into my cage and slowly run their fingers along my skin. They would tell me how pretty I was and that I would learn to love them. I would lie there, allowing them to share what they called 'love' with me while I tried to remember what the night sky looked like.

It was after one of these nights, when Sir had rolled off me and fallen asleep next to me on the floor of my cage that I first heard the voice that was from my dreams.

"Killlll himmm." It hissed my ear. I shook my head, thinking I was dreaming.

"Send him to me, my child." The man's voice was echoing clearly through the cave, but it didn't seem to bother the sleeping Master or Sir.

I sat up and looked down at Sir. His pants were still thrown to the side, with a small dagger hanging out of its sheath.

I straddled Sir, watching his eyes blink awake. "What are you doing?" He grunted, reaching up for me.

I shook my head no slowly and pinned his arms under my knees. "No touching." I allowed a wicked smile to stretch across my face.

Although there was uneasiness marked in his eyes, he smiled as well. "I see. I told you that you would come to love me."

Licking my lips I pressed a finger onto his mouth. "Shhh…" I hissed as I began to rock my hips, rubbing myself against him. He groaned in response and I could feel him pulsing a growing larger under me. I continued to rock, waiting for my chance. Eventually he closed his eyes in pleasure and I ever so slowly leaned down to grasp the dagger. Once I had it firmly in my hand I stopped rocking. Sir's eyes opened and he looked at me in confusion. In one swift movement I covered his mouth and slit his throat. He tried to move under me, but he was losing blood fast, it wasn't long before he couldn't even lift his arms. I loosened my grip on his mouth and leaned in close.

"Sithis is coming for you." I whispered. "Do you hear him?" I could see the same emotion in his eyes that I would always see when he mentioned the Dark Lord, but this time I realized what it was, what he had always looked at me with; fear. I dipped my fingers into the pool of blood that was covering the floor and wiped them on his chin. "Now you will serve the Dark Lord in the Void." I laughed lightly as I pushed myself off of him and stood over him, watching the life drain from him.

I smiled as I left my cage, the only other person in the cave was Master and he had drunken himself into a deep sleep. I watched him sleep for a time, the rise and fall of his chest, the twitching of his dreams and the hands that had caused me so much pain. I enjoyed watching the dark crimson liquid pour from his neck as well. I enjoyed it so much that I began to laugh again, the laughter felt like a sickness that invaded my body. As I sat in the dark cave, covered in their blood I could feel my connection to the Dark Lord, the connection that had always been my one constant.

I had been walking for miles and the thin tunic I had pulled over myself wasn't doing anything to keep me warm. I hadn't moved much from my cage for the past twenty years and I had begun to feel the fatigue in my limbs almost immediately, but I knew I needed to put distance between myself and that cave.

The feeling under my feet changed and I recognized the road from when I used to travel before Master and Sir kept me in that cage. Half-conscious from exertion, hunger and the cold I stumbled along the road until I could hear a horse behind me.

"Please!" I called, falling to my knees. "Please help me."

The man stopped the horse and dismounted. He grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet.

"Oh my." He giggled. "What has Cicero found?"

I frowned. I wasn't sure what he was asking. My vision was darkening and my thoughts were muggy. "Vilvyni." I mumbled. "My name is Vilvyni."

Okay, so I have added another story to the series even though I haven't posted or finished others. I just hope you enjoy Vilvyni and Cicero as much as I do. :) Remember that this story is one in the Seal Upon My Heart series, so if you enjoy it try reading some of the others. :)

- Crazililwabbit