Prologue:
I searched my mother's eyes, searching for the grand conclusion of the Council's decision. However the grand grey irises that surrounded the blank, unseeing pupils showed nothing, turning professionally blank. "What did they come to?" I questioned. My mother attempted to comfort me with a reassuring smile however this played the opposite effect on me. In my eyes the Council had always been a monster; too hard to be called fair and much too despicable to be my ruler. However, in supposing this I supposed that my mother was just another eye on the beast. My mother played a key role as the peace-keeper and the sound of reason in the unfair parody of a Council.
My mother stared at me with all cruelty of the meeting escaping her existence. My mother was much more beautiful than any human could ever be. With the chestnut of her locked curls that always sat neatly upon her head in a frail bun and the hazel eyes the color of frozen stones to match with the palest snow-colored complexion. Her slender figure was willowy and tall to the lowest branch of a tree and was trapped in the frail fabric of the Council's violet shimmering cloak. Her feet remained bare and unscathed though she stood on the torture devices of a human's feet as she stood in front of me, attempting to break my fate.
"I have succeeded in having them spare you shallowly," My mother began as her reassuring smile tilted down in a frail frown, misplaced on her youthful face. The Council had once found my mother guilty of treason for marrying a human, though Quileute blood ran through him, and had mercilessly stolen her sight. After my mother's husband, my father, died a few years back my mother accepted the position that the Council had offered her, as an elder of reason. And though I love my mother as if my life depended on it, I had always rued that decision she had played into both of our lives. This had pushed me to my decision of rebelling. The revolution had been meant to build up to defeat the Council however the Council had discovered our intentions too early in the game and so it was a true miracle they had spared our lives.
The smirk that played on my mother's lips seemed far too evil and smug for the usual persona my mother accepted. "And the Quileute blood that runs through your veins prevents them from reformation." My mother chuckled smugly as she glimpsed blindly behind her back. I suppose it had become a habit from when she had been able to see. In the life of an elder and only eighteen years as a blind woman…such a hard habit to break. My mother and my father had had me on their third year of marriage and had raised me together until the age of thirteen, the age in which my father had passed away from a horrid death. That now left me here, at the age of fifteen, and having gone up against the possibility of a death sentence.
"However..."
My mother frowned yet again, signaling the poor news and my sentence. Her lips pulled together in a taut purse as she breathed through her nose to calm her angered breathing. I caught my breath in my throat to prepare for the life-threatening news that she would crash upon me. Death was out of the question along with being reformed so what did that leave? And just as the answer crashed into my mind, my mother confirmed the threat that would completely ruin my immortal life as a Woodland. Her words were lost on me as they echoed through my head in my own parody of a voice. Her voice mingled with mine against me.
"They have exiled you."
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A/N: I apologize for the short opening however I am writing the first chapter this very moment. I disclaim all in future chapters. I have hinted in the Prologue where she will go so please bare with me.