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Prologue
The mother screamed in pain. The father looked on happily waiting for the first sign of his newborn son. The baby was being pushed out, much to its dislike.
The baby knew that the world it was arriving into was not a happy place. It knew there was a war going on. It knew that it would disappoint its father. It knew many things for a newborn. It also knew that it was a witch and not a wizard like her father had hoped. It knew that many would fear and dislike it…it knew…that it was time.
The baby was born. The room was filled with the mother's sigh, the baby's crying, and the father's silence. The baby looked to her father with the same red eyes as his. She saw the realization in his eyes, then the disappointment. Her father was annoyed.
She knew that she could not cry, would not cry.
Her father gave her a hard stare. Below her, her mother's arms went limp. The mother was dead. The baby still did not cry.
Her father came over and picked her up. He cradled her in his arms and wiped some blood off her forehead. "You are my flesh and blood but you are not mine. Someday we will meet again and when we do, I hope I am dead. Until we meet again, Zelia," he said and apparated out of the room.
Again, Zelia did not cry. Her mother was dead, her father abandoned her. She was a newborn and still she did not cry. Instead, the newly born curled up in her mother's limp arms and fell asleep.