A/N: There is so little known about the Noah so far that after thinking about it for a long time I decided to explore some of the possibilities of how they awakened and first met. While I'll be doing my best not to contradict canon, most of what's written here is my own conjecturing about them.
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She was on her own in her own little world, created just for her. She wasn't lonely though, in spite of being the only one there. Brightly coloured candles lit the open space, as enormous or small as she wished it to be, walls receding into the distance. A world of dreams that seemed so much more real to her than the real world.
She laughed softly to herself as she rocked backwards and forwards in a creaky rocking chair, made to look ever so similar to another one which she had seen so many times before. Toys and dolls and presents filled the corners of the room, all for her, each one just as she'd dreamed it to be.
The rooms she created hadn't changed all that much over time, ever since that first room so long ago, created in a whirlwind of delight and imagination, and to a backdrop of applause from the one she was displaying her newfound powers to. Back then the rooms meant something different to what they did now. Everything a little girl could want to be happy, a security blanket against a world which had been revealed to be too harsh to bear.
What had changed was her. But that was something she didn't like thinking about, ever having been other than what she was now. Being the only one for such a long time, fussed over and coddled as something precious, but alone even when not quite alone. Laughter echoed differently around her room back then, ringing more hollow than it did now, but with a promise of others to come soon, to join her.
The same promises that he made to her as she sat on his lap, rocked by the gentle motions of the chair. They used to spend hours that way, and he'd tell her everything, his voice a jolly sound, or a soft hum, depending on what he'd say. He'd speak to her of everything he knew, what he remembered, what they would do. What they were meant for, and all that that was going to happen.
She never paid as much attention to his words as when he spoke about the ones who were yet to come. Brothers and sisters for her to play with, he promised, and he'd take her with him to meet each and every one of them as they woke up. They'd be like her, see things the same way as she did, but they'd be different in their own right as well.
He'd kept that promise too. With the first one she'd said nothing, reminded too painfully of her own Awakening. She'd just watched, reaching out with tiny fingers to gently pat a cheek smeared with blood dripping down from fresh stigmata, as the Earl quietly spoke, the same things he'd said to her when she'd been the one lying there in pain. With the next one it became easier, and she'd talk to them too, offering what comfort she could with a smile on her face because she knew it got better soon.
Now there was laughter outside the walls of her room as well as within them, grinning and playing tricks and squabbling and family and she can forget the quiet times. She spends more time outside her worlds than inside them these days.