AN: This is my first fanfiction. I'm hoping to get better as I go along, and sort out the plot. Please review and tell me what you think XD
- Chiarra
Smoke from fires filled the air, covering the rich houses in a grey haze. The ground was mostly dirt or stone – no concrete or tar. Things were simpler then and I was Juniper, an innocent sixteen year old girl who had faced her fair share of hardship over the years. My parents were gone and the children left behind were sent to work… I became a servant in a harsh household, one where I was treated worse than the dirt I scrubbed from the floor.
I never complained, though. Considering the rest of the jobs I could be forced to do it was not bad at all. I would wait it out until nightfall, when I would set off to a small studio a few streets away. I was an understudy to an artist and musician, one who was amazingly talented. I learnt from him, trying to soak up as much information as I could.
I was walking from the studio, just an hour after dawn. The sun was smothered by clouds. There were few people around – we were a small city, just a little way from London. I stepped into an alley, aiming on taking a shortcut to the bakery. It was the most stupid thing I have ever done in my existence.
A figure leapt at me, so fast it was a blur. I hit the ground hard, landing on my back. I heard my dress tearing, felt a sharp sting… then the sun came out. The thing on me hissed, like an animal, and jumped away. Despite the horrendous pain I was in and the warm blood seeping onto my ripped dress, I couldn't help but to gasp in awe. The creature that had attacked me was sparkling, like a great diamond in the sunlight. It turned and fled, leaving me to crawl behind a pile of rubbish and suffer the worst three days of my life.
The transformation isn't what hurts the most, though. What hurts the most is being able to sum up your entire life in less than five paragraphs. It'sthere, the pain filling my non-beating heart, all because of what had happened. Because of what I had become.