The girl sat on the ground as she leaned against the cold stone walls in the pitch black room. It was like she was some princess in a twisted fairytale, locked underneath a church with several doors standing between her and the outside world. As for why she was imprisoned there in the first place, she didn't know. Her mind was in shambles; an almost blank canvas that held only small smudges of where one would begin to paint a picture, but did not follow through. She could only remember so much...

One thing she held very clearly in her memory was a song. She'd hum the lovely tune softly to herself every waking moment; whether she did it for the pleasure or so that she wouldn't forget it was beyond even her own knowledge. She lulled the melody in a gentle voice as she ran her frail fingers across the ice cold ground.

Just then, a small patch of light appeared from the other side of the cell door. A guard could be seen holding a dimly lit candle and a tray of food. "It's dinner time, witch." He muttered as he roughly dropped the tray to the ground and kicked it underneath the door, causing the food to go everywhere.

The girl didn't even flinch at the crash of the tray, nor did she pay any mind to the guard himself. She simply sat there, humming her song like she was lost in a daze.

The guard scoffed as he narrowed his eyes at her. "Heh, it seems you've finally lost it, huh? How many years has it been? Over a hundred at least, right? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."

Still, she showed no reaction and continued to faintly croon her song.

"It's been ten years since I first started workin' here, and you're still singin' that same damned song." The guard huffed, "Give it a rest, will ya? The others say you've been singin' that song ever since you were put in here." He then took a step forward as a smirk claimed his lips. "They say it's the song your mum used to sing to ya."

The girl immediately grew silent.

"What? Did I strike a ner-"

Before the guard could even comprehend what was happening, she was already in front of him. She had reached her arm through the bars as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and glared at him.

This only made his grin widen as he stared into the girl's piercing eyes. "So it is true, then."

Now that the girl could be seen by the glow of the candle, the guard could clearly make out her appearance. She had long silky hair that was as white as snow, and eyes the color of blood. She had pale milky skin and a beautiful doll-like face. This combination in an appearance was what the members of the church used to identify the 'marked' ones. Albino skin, frosty white hair, and red eyes- cursed souls, or so they believed. While the whole 'cursed' thing is questionable, it was true that beings with this appearance were treated less than human. They were shunned by remotely everyone in this day and age.

He chuckled darkly as his muddy eyes trailed over her porcelain features, "It's a pity she had to go and die, abandoning her only daughter." This man was despicable. Truly, genuinely despicable. She could have killed him immediately upon contact if she had wanted to; he was lucky to even be alive right now. Looks like he's really pushing said luck.

An audible sigh emitted past her rose petal lips as she released her grip on him, turning her back to him and speaking for the first time in decades. "Fuck off."

The man's eyes widened, kind of taken aback by her actually speaking up. "You little-"

She swiftly yet gracefully spun around, making eye contact with the guard as she spoke with venom in her otherwise quiet, apathetic voice. "Do I need to repeat myself? Do you not understand the English language? Are you an idiot?" Though her hues were normally a vibrant crimson, they were currently masked fully in black; shining an ebony as dark as the sky on the night of a new moon. It was a sight that could make even a demon shudder; completely indescribable.

Just the mere glance of the girl made the guard fall to his knees, cowering in fear as he let out a desperate yelp like an whiny dog. He quickly scrambled to get back on his feet as he then ran back up the staircase, taking the girl's only source of light with him.

To be honest, she didn't know why she became so upset over the mention of her mother. She had not seen that woman in centuries, nor did she really even get to know her. Her only memories of the woman were seeing her sick in bed, living out her remaining days in the most pitiful state possible. She was so young back then, and the only moments she was allowed to see her mother were always brief. She was raised by the maids; they were more of a family to her than her actual one.

But then again, all of her memories were vague. Maybe she did actually get to know her mother and was close with her. As for how this could slip her mind, she was unaware. It seemed like everything was slipping her mind these days... She can't even recall her own name, and it doesn't help that none of the members of the church even know it either. She was captured and caged centuries ago; her name was never recorded, so even if she wanted to ask the guards, the priest, or the nuns what it was, not a single one of them would be able to answer. It was no use.

Now, you're probably wondering why she just accepts this type of life- why she doesn't try to escape and just remains the churches prisoner- well, that's not exactly the case.

She's tried numerous times to escape; all of which were obviously in vain. The only exit available was the barred door, however, it's been sealed by some kind of poison. It's like a mixture of salt, crumbled sage, holy water, and god-knows what else- and it's extremely deadly to beings like her. They call it "Nabaniud." She cannot cross any path that's been doused with Nabaniud; just being near the stuff gives her a headache.

A breath slipped through her pastel lips and she hung her head low, returning to her previous position in the corner of her dark, spacious cell. She hugged her knees, resting her forehead against them as her eyes came to a tired close.

How much longer? How much longer did she have to live in this hellish existence? Another day's passed by, people have come and gone, but she's still here. Still here, still humming her song.