Chapter 1: Preface
The storm outside had little to do with the tension inside the room as Daemon Spade finished reporting his mission.
"Was there any indication of why this happened?" Giotto questioned, golden eyes narrowing in concern.
"None that I deem important speaking out loud."
"What was the mission?" G asked, he had known Spade was sent on a mission with his team, but no details were given to even the guardians.
"Alaude received word of an attack being planned on one of our allies and I sent Daemon to intercept." Giotto replied.
"It was too late." Daemon continued, "The only survivor is the child I brought back."
"What are we to do with the child?" Asari questioned.
"Her father was a close friend of mine," Giotto tried to hide his grief from his trusted guardians, he had failed but they made no mention of it. "I...she will remain here under our protection until we learn more about the reason behind this attack and find a suitable guardian."
"A child has no place in our halls." Alaude's voice was cold but he was not being cruel, Giotto noted, just impartial.
"A child has no place watching her entire family be torn apart either." Daemon murmured, sending a challenging glare at the blond.
"Don't start you two." G sighed, "Where is the child?"
"I've left her with a physician to get her wounds looked over."
"What is her name?" golden eyes met violet.
"Rose."
The trauma followed the child for months, the smallest noise would send her into a panic attack and when someone approached to help, she would scream at the top of her lungs. Giotto learned early on that the only person she allowed near was Daemon, a position the mist guardian seem to take seriously. It made Giotto wonder just how much of Daemons comment was true, that she watched her family get ripped apart. He shuddered wondering what was going on in that head of hers.
Whatever Daemon had done to heal the girl seemed to be working. She often spent time in his study when he was present and would remain there until he carried her to bed. After a month of this she would no longer run away when he approached her, instead she would shyly watch him. As if she wished to speak but could not find the courage.
After Daemon, Knuckles had gained her trust and through him she seemed to have gained much more courage, even saying hello to him when she saw him in the hall.
"I can suppress her memories of that night." Daemon once suggested in a private meeting."It will help her move forward."
He had turned the offer down.
"You care for her Daemon." His mist guardian did not contest his statement, he continued to listen, "She is healing, it is slow but allowing her to come to terms on her own will make her stronger. Your patience will be rewarded when she does."
"Hm."
A year later she turned six, and through her struggle to push past her trauma she gained the loyalty of the Vongola.
I honestly don't remember how my teenage brain decided on the Primo families personalities, i'm reading my description from my old authors notes and I am cringing. There might be some out of character stuff that will occur in this story, but for sake of storytelling hopefully it'll work out.
There will be differences in the way the story is told because the way I think and write have changed but the overall storyline will remain the same. I am satisfied with how the story turned out and I hope to do a better job of telling it this time around.
Also I am embarrassed that I mentioned the primo family having a giant tv in their living room two to three hundred years ago.
This version of the story might be a bit more dark, but I hope you enjoy if you somehow were able to sit through the older version.