It was Night time in the land of Foire and Minerva was sitting alone on her bed looking at the floor. She was in deep thought about everything that has happened to her.
All of her life she had been under the hellish ways of her father but she remembered that she wasn't alone. No, she had a sister, a younger one that was with her. Her little sister was her only hope of ever getting away from their father. True their father would have them separated whenever they had to train. Minerva never really learned what her sister's magic was and before she could ask her father told her that her little sister's magic was nothing more than trash.
Years went on and when Minerva turned 13 she got to see her little's magic for the first time and was amazed by it. She couldn't really describe what kind of magic it was but she did see what it could do. It was like here little sister controlled the direction of a large tree or when their father would get angry with them a boulder would come and her sister used her magic to make the boulder go a different way.
Sadly when Minerva was at the age of 14 she woke up hearing screaming coming from her sister and she ran to see that her father had hired some dark mages to take her little sister away. Minerva was about to get her sister but her used his shockwave magic and had her forced into the ground to keep her from running off. He told her that if she ever tried to bother to look for her sister he would kill her, daughter or not.
Since that day Minerva's personality change from gentle to cruel. What she had value she took for granted such as being the second strongest mage in the Sabertooth guild. The only thing she could never let go of was the pain of losing her beloved little sister.
Now here she was, 5 years later and she wasn't even certain if her little sister was even alive. Minerva laid on her bed and began to hum a lullaby to herself. It was one that she always sang with her sister whenever they got the chance to be alone because their father was gone on some meeting.
When she was done she drifted off into sleep.
Elsewhere
Gemma Orlando was walking alone through the forest. As he was walking he was thinking about how annoyed he was about the whole being struck down by one of his dragon slayers just because he thought he had killed a cat. He didn't see what the big deal was, Sabertooth was the strongest guild in all of Foire so what was a simple cat doing with the proud crest of Sabertooth.
He stopped when he heard a rustle in the bushes and frowned looking behind him.
"Whoever is there, show yourself!"
As if nothing was a problem someone came out of the bushes to show themselves to him.
The person was a young woman about the age of 19. She had cream toned skin and long black hair that neatly hung to her lower back. She wore a no sleeve turtleneck top that only went from her neck to her her ribs only covering her torso. She wore a long black skirt that had a slit going up her left leg and she wore black heeled boots. Her eyes were the most shocking of all of her features. The outer half of her iris was teal while the inner part was blue and the pupil was black.
When Gemma saw her he just raised a brow.
"Minerva?"
"..."
He saw the color of her eyes.
"Wait, no. Nailo."
"You correct...Father."
"Who would have thought that you would still be alive? Even with that pathetic magic of yours."
Nailo tilted her head.
"Same old person you are, but I really hate the notes you have. I guess I should tune you up."
In a flash she was gone but Gemma felt a strong fist smash into his stomach. Followed by a barrage of punches to the face just like the fire dragon slayer that stormed into his guild but this time he wasn't being watched. He struck to land a hit but then saw that Nailo was gone again then he felt something go around his neck and yanked him high into the air. His hands and feet were numb then he saw Nailo just looking at him as her eyes were glowing.
"Is my magic still trash to you?"
He glared at her then Nailo's eyes glowed as she spoke.
"Now Father, this tune will be played until you die but whoever walks through here and sees you they will hear it too."
With that she began her tune as Gemma hung to his death.
"Dead men, dead men, swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see?
Tongue turned blue and face gone grey
Watch them as they twist and sway.
The this one with his pride and greed
Stole two daughters off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold one into slavery
Dead men, dead men, swinging in a tree
How many dead men do you see?
Six feet long and three men wide
Around his neck the noose is tied."
When she was done Nailo vanished into the darkness of the night.
AN: Well there is Chapter one of Lullaby of Death. Let me know how I did and I will continue. Bye!
