This is one of those really odd ideas floating around in my otherwise empty head. It most likely won't be too long I'm guessing around 5-10 parts, unless I get lots of positive feedbackhint hint. And like every other author, I simply adore reviews, so keep them coming. As for a summary, this is pretty much about Voldemort's fourteen year old half Elvin daughter, who gets blackmailed into joining the death eaters, and what she does to get rid of him without being killed by the order of the phoenix, who thinks she actually is on her father's side. I know it sounds REALLY weird, but just read it. I think you'll like it. I'm not sure if there's going to be romance yet, that's for my readers to decide. So if you want romance tell me, okay?
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, would I be typing with a messed up keyboard on an outdated computer, hmm? I think not. I DO however, own Sihanoh and Avinon.
A woman franticaly rushed through moon-lit woods, guided only by the moons light. She did not hurry for herself, but for the child in her arms. The woman's time was up, and she knew it, but she had a mother's protective spirit, and the creature chasing her would devour the child if it could catch it. But before this could happen, the woman came to a glade, which harbored a misty well. Beside it stood a figure, and the woman's shoulders drooped with relief. They had heard her summons. She pushed her daughter into the glade, but didn't step in herself.
"Lyraenor, raise her as your own. Let her be a sister to your own children, if you ever have any. Love her." The woman's throat clenched in sorrow, and she turned away. "Call her what you wish. She has no name."
In the grove the elegant lady Lyraenor stirred. " Come with us", she pleaded, "you need not return to them."
"The well would not accept me.", the woman said bitterly,"I've done unforgivable things."
In the trees, the monster appeared, it's yellow eyes fixed on the mother. Lyraenor quickly covered the child's eyes, but the babe's first memory was the coppery tang of blood.
"Atyir. We will call you Atyir.", Lyraenor whispered brokenly."Because your mother loved you."
Sixteen years later
Adventure. It was something Sihanoh Kitohe craved with all of her lively nine year old spirit. Ever since she had been able to walk she had dreamed of it, to explore the unknown world beyond the walls of her sheltered home. The village elders had watched her first with amusement, but this eventually turned to worry. The outside world was dangerous, and the child knew nothing of the basic survival skills she would need. Their worry, as it turned out to be, was justified. For early on the morning of Sihanoh's tenth birthday, while the sun's ray's still slept behind a starry cloak, she crept out of the white marble city which had been her home for all of her life, in search of adventure.
Sihanoh's city was in a valley, ringed by forbidding mountains dressed in sheets of packed ice. The only way to the other side was a portal, which was rather selective about who was permitted through. The portal was not far away, but the path leading there was steep and embedded with troublesome rocks. Even with the uncanny speed granted to her people, it took the girl the better part of a day to reach it, and another hour or so to get it going, as no one had used it for more than a decade. fourteen years to be exact. But eventually it was operating correctly, and Sihanoh stepped through into a leafy forest. As she greeted the overjoyed plants, her sharp eyes took in her surroundings, which as far as she could see, contained nothing of interest.
"Well, who said finding an adventure was easy?" she thought, trying hard not to get discouraged. With newly fueled resolve, she began a trek through the woods.
The forest was vast and with only birds enthusiastic directions to guide her, the girl was worried she was lost, which was rather silly since one may only be lost if one has somewhere to get to, which Sihanoh was lacking. But after three days of searching, she came upon a break in the forest, a plain enflamed in poisonous shadow. Nothing grew there save for some withered thorn plants, and for the first time in her life, the child's head was devoid of any bird's singsong greetings. There was a foul scent on the air, but Sihanoh did not know what evil was, and did not turn back as she should have. Her foot bumped some sort of heavy rock and she stifled a curse. She stooped over to look at the stone, and cried out. It was a tombstone. The terrified girl turned to run, but her yell had attracted visitors, and she barreled right into a group of men. They bound her arms, and she was roughly hauled away.
"Master, we found this lurking around the outer reaches of camp", One of Sihanoh's captors announced."
He seemed to be talking to a chair, until it swiveled towards them, revealing a terrifying man with glowing eyes, like those of a snake's. They were blood red.
"Why have you disturbed me with such a trivial matter? Kill her and be done with it." The snake-man replied furiously.
"W-well we tried master. But well, none of us can."
"WHY, YOU MISERBLE SCUMB-EATING WORM! YOU CAN'T EVEN KILL A PUNY GIRL. MUST I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU?"
He rose from his chair with inhuman swiftness, and lifted the sobbing child by her neck, preparing to squeeze the life out of her. It was all over, Sihanoh thought despairingly. She lowered her head so not to see her coming demise, but ironically, the action spared her life. As she tilted her face downwards, a hank of hair covering the girl's ears shifted, revealing their pointed tips. Such ears could only belong to an elf. Her would-be murderer stopped, his eyes fixated intensely upon them. He then abruptly threw Sihanoh to the ground and turned to a man kneeling at his side.
"Avinon I want you to send this message to the base of the Shardelin Mountains."
"But Master," A confused Avinon replied," they are barren. There are no human settlements around for miles."
The red eyed man smiled in mirth.
"You are correct. No human settlements. But there will be a well containing a silver mist. Coden iazli toh serid, shaldarzi serid ihn nyndraelli. Find it and say those words over the opening, then wait with the message."
Avinon nodded, not wanting to anger the master with further questions. But there was one more he had to ask.
"Please excuse this unworthy one for asking, but what does all this have to do with her?" he questioned hesitantly.
The red eyes flicked disdainfully over the limp figure crying on the floor.
"Her people have something precious of mine. Something I want back very badly." This time his smile contained no mirth, only coldness.
Unnoticed by either man, Sihanoh's eyes suddenly widened with cruel understanding, and burst into freshly driven tears.
Well, what did you think? Just saying, Sihanoh is not the main character, Atyir is, but I had to set the stage. I know reading about a nine year old is boring, but I promise chapter one will be better. Please R&R, thanks for your time.
Proununciation Guide
(because I hate it when people garble my names)
Atiyr ah-TEAR (in the code I use with my friend Syahnae, this roughly translates to "beloved flame")
Avinon AHV-ven-non
Sihanoh sih-HON-no
Lyraenor LEER-ran-nore