All rights to Sanctuary go to Syfy and the writers and producers of Sanctuary. I own nothing but a box set of dvds and the idea of Inara.
I am choosing to recount my life to this point. I have lived longer than most and find that the lessons I have learned should be shared. This is a story of growth, of false beliefs, the harder truths and true saving graces. It is about the trust formed within families, betrayals that break that trust and how those who are not your blood may become family. I look at my past now and am proud of what I have become, as well as the accomplishments of my family and friends. I was lost before I met them, and it caused many mistakes to happen on my part. I hope you will lend a friendly ear to my tale of change and personal awakening. It begins with cold, ice and the first contact I had had with humanity in years. I was awed by the progression and power of this race. When I went into my slumber, they were surviving on the scraps of the vampires, now they ruled the world. With an iron fist in fact, but I was blinded by my awe and I ignored the horrors humanity was capable of. But my eyes were opened, and with the realization of humanity's violence came a light of hope. For not all humans were intolerant and some fought for us. This is my story.
Light barely reaches me through the ice, weak and tinted blue by my cold refuge. I hear cracks and creaks from above, not outside the norm but for the fact that they are slightly larger and louder than normal. Strange humming vibrates through the ice, pressing at my ears. For the first time in, decades maybe centuries for I had given up count, I felt cold. Not from the ice, for it had long since ceased affecting me, but from fear. The ice cradles me in its comforting embrace, but something tries to pry at its grasp, to take me from its sanctuary. If I could shudder I would, I fear it is what drove into hiding, the vampires that had caused the ruin of my race. They had terrorized the short span of years before my slumber, my free willed entombment. One of my kind had to survive, even if the others did not. My parents, they lead the revolt but died at the hands of those murderers, and then the others strived to keep me alive. So few of the strong remained. Kali had promised to wake me when it was time, but these were not her vibrations, these were foreign. These could be malicious. I lie in the ice thinking that if the ice released me now, I would fight. I would be a small ball of fury and claws and teeth, my abilities were untrained but my body still could fight. But even as I reveled in the imagined revenge for my people, the ice still retained its ancient hold. So I sat in wait, hoping for freedom while fearing the noises that approached.
The sunlight that filtered down to me had increased in brightness by tenfold by the time I could distinguish faces. I altered my features, shifting them to look more like the humans. In times past I had no need to hide my appearance except for espionage missions but now I thought perhaps the fur and scales I had so prized, the ones showing my family heritage, might scare those above me. I did not know how much time had passed since I had come here, since I began my solitude. A figure came into view above me, its figure still blurred by the ice. They run their hand over the ice, right above my face. A jerk, and an opened mouth. They yell something, I feel the vibrations and try to recognize the language but can't. The large vibrations stop and I relax, relieved. As they neared, I had gotten a headache. Each vibration of the ice had echoed through my body making it feel like my skull was near shattering point. Another figure comes into view, this one sturdier looking less lithe than the first. I assume it to be male and the other female, he hands her tools of some sort, and slowly small noises reach my ears. The sounds of chipping, endlessly at my prison and only by the female. No others stray closer, I take her to be in charge. Her face clears and I realize I had been right about her gender. Her fur, I mentally correct myself, hair is a darker brown a few shades lighter than that strange bitter treat that father brought home from his trip to ask for Quetzalcoatl's aid in the war, now what was it? It was mixed with chilies cultivated in the area, it was... xocolatl made from cocoa beans if I remember right.
A touch of fabric breaks me from my reverie. The woman's hand, covered in fabric to keep warm I think, grazes my fingertips. She smiles and begins to work faster. Time passes, the sun has set by the time I can move anything but around midnight I find myself able to turn my head. I also have free movement of my arms, as she works on freeing my legs the woman speaks to me, comforting me in a language I have never spoken. I try to make contributions but fail.
She looks at me, staring into my eyes. "You are awake, that is good. Can you understand little one?"
I pause listening to her, the flow and cadence of the language seem to be based off of one that was picking up popularity when I was just beginning my sleep. It sounded closer to this thing called Latin than the language I knew.
"Annum?"
"Annum, do you mean year? Xix nonaginta quattour." She smiles at me, I frown. 1994? I had been sleeping much longer than I had thought. No wonder I saw no vampires, I had been asleep for thousands, not hundreds of years. The vampires and their empire were in the middle of their rise when I hid. They had began their empire in the valley of the Nile when I fled. But I nod. "Year 1994. Serus, sese."
"Yes we understand you are old. That is why I and the Cabal came searching for you. We found ancient documents, they lead us to you. We need your help, we need to be strong, fortis. Now what is your name, nomen?"
I nod at her comments, and respond " Name Inara."
"Hello Inara. I am Dana, Dana Whitcomb."
That was how I met the first family member I knew and how this whole mess started. That was how I started on the path I am today, the path that brought me to Helen and Ashley. My true family.
* Please review, I take all criticisms into account. I hope that the beginning of my work was enjoyable, feel free to shoot me a message telling me what you thought or want to see in the future. ~ Sinny *