Okay, so this is a fic about an RP character of mine. Note that this is the prologue. I'm going to into the main character, Elaviel Feanor, in this chapter basically tell you a little bit about her. Please remember, the actual chapters are written about something that has already come to pass. The prologue is the present time. Also, this is going to be a short story, only a few chapters long.
Note: there is going to be a lot of angst in this. It's not going to have a happy ending at all. Also, this will start being around the last chapters due to death and the mention of torture. You don't like this? Then don't read it.
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September 15-Ela's Tenth Birthday
Elaviel Feanor was a rather unusual girl. She tended to say many odd things, appearing insane at times, and yet seemed to always know something you didn't. She was smart, something that even those who hated her could not deny. She always tended to be smiling and happy, however there always seemed to be something that told you she wasn't. She appeared kind, but there were was something that told you she wasn't.
Elaviel was a pretty girl. She was taller than most girls her age and about the same or slightly taller than most boys her age. She was pale, as if she rarely went outside. Her hair was long and was usually let down. As a pureblood, she always wore neat and expensive clothes. Her eyes were a bright shade of blue, but they always seemed to hold a sadness and loneliness to them.
Currently, Elaviel sat on the backyard porch, quietly eating a small slice of cake. She gazed at the courtyard with a cold and blank look. The occasional maid or house elf would come and ask her if she needed anything.
Elaviel scowled. Her parents were gone. Again. She had grown used to them always being absent, even on her birthday. Due to that, she no longer felt anger. She felt numb, cold as if nothing could ever make her feel again. She set down her now empty plate and stood.
"Mipsy." She said quietly. A small house elf, a girl by the looks of it popped next to her.
"Yes, young Mistress?" Mipsy squeaked.
Elaviel spared the house elf a glance and said "I will be in the courtyard if anyone needs me" before she walked off to the courtyard.
The courtyard was lovely and somewhat unusual. The plants were many different colors, though mostly of different shades of white, green, and blue. They had an unnatural sparkle to them. Magic could be sensed in the air, a low hum that cooled the senses.
Elaviel walked to a statue of a young girl. The statue was, in reality, part of a grave stone. Elaviel looked down at the name on the stone.
Elentá Feanor
Elaviel gazed at the name with a certain sadness. She shut her eyes as she remembered the memories that came with that name.
She knelt down and lay a white rose at the grave and whispered "Sister." As she gently traced the name. Tears fell but Elaviel stayed silent. Pain blossoming in her chest.
She closed her eyes and knelt there as she remembered. Remembered why this day was the worst day of her life.
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