A/N How's it goin? This is just a little thing I thought about when I was watching Rotg. Dont forget to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own rotg but I do own Kyra.
Somewhere in Greece, 1485
The first thing I felt when I woke up was the feel of cold marble. I sat up groggily with a groan and tried my best to make my eyes adjust to the endless moonlight that seemed to make everything glow. I seemed to be in the middle of a gazebo. The pillars had vines of something coiled around them and the texture of the marble was casting dark shadows across the floor. I looked at the pillars again and somehow I knew it was Greek architecture.
It was snowing outside. I was feeling the floor trying to make sense of everything when the most amazing thing happened. As soon as my fingers touched the marble, it seemed as if colour flowed out of my fingers and stained the floor with an intricate and delicate design. The design kind of looked like a flower-A beautiful, multi-coloured flower that seemed to dance like flames.
The colours in the design seemed to be endless and would shift and change. I smiled and laughed at my creation. Feeling giddy, I immediately pushed my body up with newfound energy and knelt on the floor. My hands hovered over the drawing and I thought life. I watched in amazement as the flower lifted itself off the ground, its leaves and stem swaying with the wind.
I became excited and pressed my palms on the floor, closing my eyes and concentrating hard. Colors from my fingertips flowed and covered the gazebo floor. Meadow. I thought, and soon the whole gazebo floor was covered with vibrant grass and flowers of every colour.
Art I thought, and smiled. Art. I repeated in my head. But my happiness was short-lived because I realized that the ability to do this was not normal. I was not normal. I started to feel scared and panicked but something told me to look outside the gazebo, so I stood up and almost immediately fell back down again, as if my legs forgot how to stand. So I settled for leaning against one of the pillars instead and looked out. It then when I saw it-the moon.
It was so big and bright it seemed to chase all the fear away. I don't know how, but it told me that my name was Kyra Sollertia. Before I could ponder this for too long, something about 5 steps in front of me caught my eye. I slowly made my way over there and picked the object up. It appeared to be a dagger and somehow I knew it was mine. The design was very Greek. The hilt was engraved by what seemed to be pure gold in beautiful filigree and was sheathed by brown leather bound by bronze. When I unsheathed it, I took a long glance at my reflection.
The first thing I noticed was my eyes. They were kaleidoscope like, with dancing and shifting colours like gold, violet, sapphire blue, ebony black, you name it. They seemed to co-exist all at once. Second was my hair. It was raven black, choppy and uneven and it fell just above my shoulders. My pale skin was almost as white as snow the surrounding me.
What am I doing here? I asked the moon. But I already knew its answer.
Silence