Chapter 1

She was always a quiet girl, even in the orphanage. Once, a very long time ago, Amorae had been a girl that still spoke quite a bit. Until one day…

Flashback

She had screamed her voice hoarse as the orphanage manager ra*ed her over and over again. Sneering evilly at her, he maniacally laughed, "There's a good little girly. Wouldn't want to lose that pretty voice of yours, eh? No use in screaming!"

End Flashback

She had realized it then. Her beautiful voice would get her in trouble; betray her even. After that day, when she was only three, she refused it. She refused to make a single sound, say a single word. She lived by speaking through her eyes, her sorrowful, heartbroken eyes, her once-sweet, sky blue eyes. With her eidetic memory, she suffered nightmares until the age of four, when she locked herself in her dark room for hours, even days at a time, to meditate and lock away the painful memories with her self-control. She trained herself so that she could mentally speak with the snakes. She taught herself to explore the memories of her childhood with no effort at all. When she turned five, she had learned all about her ancestry. She was the child of a faery (Fi-Ree) maiden in the court of the faery queen. Her mother had given her to the orphanage in hopes that her child, a half-faery, would find a true family. All faeries had Gifts of the faery council, given when they were only a few moments born. Long ago, the faeries had created all languages, all animals, and all plants, and this was what their Gifts were. Amorae's mother had been Gifted with the Second Sight, which allowed her to see the future. While all faeries (and half faeries) had the Sight, which allowed them to see past false appearances and the creatures only a few humans knew, few had the Second Sight. Amorae had been Gifted with the Tongue of Serpents by the council, but even more, she had been given the gift of memorization naturally, which was believed to be a gift from her father, the one and only Salazar Slytherin. (A/N: Time in the Faery World runs differently from the Mortal World, sometimes quicker and sometimes slower)

She had just turned six, emerging from her room after four days. Everywhere she went in her wrinkled, blue dress, people averted their eyes and ignored her. Whispers followed the girl as Amorae slowly made her way to the kitchen to make her own food. The cook appreciated the delicious food that Amorae somehow made and paid Amorae seven dollars a week.

"Amorae! Where have you been? There is a couple outside looking for a child!" snapped Ms. Morgue as she dragged Amorae into the waiting room, where several other six and seven year olds fidgeted and tried to keep themselves clean.

Amorae simply stared at nothing unnervingly, her eyes unfocused as always. Other children always teased her, saying she had an addled mind, but she would simply smile serenely at them, which always frightened them. Then, two elderly people shuffled in.

"We's looking fer a li'l girly who follows all we's say, no talkin' te us," the old man stated in a gravelly, cruel voice. Several kids backed away, their heads bowed, and filed one by one, silently, out the door, knowing they did not fit that description. Five girls remained. "Who's left?"

"This is Holly, Flora, Amorae, Gwen, and Jessie," Ms. Morgue promptly answered. "They're very obedient."

"Tell 'em to look us in our eyes. We can' see much," he grumbled.

"Go on girls," prompted Ms. Morgue. Slowly, the other four girls raised their eyes and smiled sweetly. "Amorae!" she snapped sharply.

Begrudgingly, the silent girl raised her dim blue eyes.

"We'll take the last girl. 'More was it?" asked the old lady, squinting at Amorae.

"Her name is Amorae Silence," corrected Ms. Morgue.

"Amorae? Who picked that ridiculous name?" the old man grunted.

"She picked it herself. Her name is really Elaine, but she refused," sighed Ms. Morgue. "She wouldn't respond to that name. And guess what her first word was. Well, actually, it was a sentence, but you wouldn't believe what it was! It was simply ridiculous! 'My name is Amorae, Amorae for Love.' Really! And she hasn't spoken a single word since that time when she was two!" Ms. Morgue exclaimed, believing that lie that the orphanage had told her. "She's a dull girl, not bright at all."

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