Europe, 1579
'So cold...so...so cold.' A small girl lie on the floor, curled up in the freezing metal cell. Her bare feet curled under her, trying to keep warm. She'd have seen her breath, if she'd only open her eyes. But she kept them closed, trying to think away the bitting frost that had settled on her skin. The only protection from the cutting cold was a thrashed nightie. Her long blue hair had been tied into unevan pigtails.
A cloaked figure pushed past the wooden enterance to the barred off quart yard, a raven perched the shadows shoulder. The black creatures eyes bore into her as if it detested her very exisance. He swept up to the cell wall, peiring down at her. "Stand up." Low, rough. The phantoms voice was as uncomforting as his apperance. She opened her purple eyes and looked up at him. Her limbs shook almost violently as she tried to stand on shaky legs. This was just somethings to live through. Mother Bird said she need to be stronger, the strongest.
"Follow." She was lead out the door, down a stone staircase and into a dimly lit room. The heat flowing in the room encased her, trying to thaw her numb skin, trying to allow her to feel something warm. Mother Bird stepped forward, her ravens mask ever present. "Eiserne, your training has been completed, you are now ready." Another man stepped forward. He wasn't masked or cloaked, but he was even more terrifying with his dark black eyes that refused to reflect her. "Welcom to the Bird of Passage, Eiserne Drossel."
This is just the prolouge, just trying o set things up for later. This story will basically follow Tira from her time in the Bird of Passage all the way up to before she starts her search for a new body for Soul Edge.