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The ones that carefully placed that nimble, small framed body in that crate, and left her as storage thought she was just a statue. A graven image as meaningless as the frivolous affair of relocating it.

A slab of stone, perfectly molded into a beautiful girl…one could swear it could just open its eyes and walk around. But still, they brushed it off-brushed her off-as an insignificant piece of artwork. To be placed in a New Jersey private storage, untouched and forgotten. After all, it was just a job. A mere insignificant task, blind eyes turned, no questions asked.

But did they ever truly wonder about the girl trapped in the stone? The girl that loved, and was tormented in the name of that love? The girl fallen prey to desire? The poor naïve young maiden that was tempted by cruel passion?

No, of course they didn't. They wouldn't. The sorceress she once called her friend had ensured that.

And so she suffered.

Suffered immobile for two thousand years, aware of every millisecond of pure agony that had passed her by, not even sparing so much as a pitiful glance.

Not even the endless souls that pass through her knew of her pain. The girl that was left eternally blind, eternally mute.

The girl that could not weep, cry, nor scream.

This was truly the hell worthy of the name.

Even Death itself had ignored her desperation, even as she welcomed it with open arms. And she knew Death craved her soul to take. The forbidden fruit they could touch not, neither God nor Death made any attempts on her life. They had left her to the mercies of her suffering. Would they have even answered?

This was Quetsiyah's eternal satisfaction. Everlasting vengeance at her own expense. Immortality was acquired, but she would suffer through every second. Forever. It hurts so much, it just hurts, oh god, Oh god ohgodohgodohgod….

She could no longer think for herself, not anything except the pain. Not Silas, not Quetsiyah, nothing. No one.

And the two thousand years she has spent here? Insignificant. Nowhere remotely close to the endless pain filled sentence she still had to endure. Time has no meaning here, not one significant meaning.

Something she and time had in common, she mused. They were both negligible. They were the dew that gathered on the grass without anyone knowing, without anyone caring. Because the inevitable truth was that no one gave a damn.

And she was completely and utterly alone.

Always alone. Always…always…

And that, folks, was the prolouge~

Ya like? Ya likey? :D

The reason I created this story was basically because I immediately fell in love with Amara within the two episodes they showed her in! XD And because she had some brief meetings with Damon that punched me in the feels. If you ask me, I wish TVD had let her live. They had such potential with her character! And c'mon. Ya can't just give me that cute first meeting with Damon, and that SCENE WHERE DAMON WAS THE ONE THAT WAS WITH HER UNTIL SHE DIED, without me wanting a friendSHIP.

So this will all be the Season 5 and beyond if Damon had saved Amara...so this'll be fun!

And like my other stories, this will definitely be a little slow update-wise. Reviews may help speed them up.

And lastly, if anyone would be willing to help me with the development of this story slash creation, please feel free to pm me.

Later dearies~

-Golden