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Nanny
Nemarra
Prologue
The night sky air was sweet and peaceful. The stars acted as the only light for the night's travellers as the new moon cycle had begun. Fortunately, not a single cloud dare block the dazzling sky gems. They dotted the sky with boundless beauty one would only believe existed in Romance novels. It certainly was impressive for any soul to look up and have the fortune of seeing. Yet it always stood to reason the greatest view lay in the country side. For a villainess turned hero, it was enchanting. She stared up at the gorgeous night sky as she walked through the field towards home.
It was not her home, but it was a home. Just a simple cottage built in seconds by the resident racer; just on the outskirts of Jump City, home of Teen Titans HQ. It was originally a bachelor's pad for her speedster room mate, but after showing her what it was like to play for the good side- thus she lost her reputation and home-, he welcomed her into his home. The first few weeks had been hard to settle in, but by now, living here was cozy. It was private, having been built in a small forest on the lot of an abandoned farm. The scents were always changing filling her lungs with fresh, natural oxygen rather than the polluted city air. Though admittedly, it was a pain how far out from the city it was. For the boy that could run the speed of light, the distance was minimal; even laughable. For the ex-villain sorceress, that was worth a morning's walk just to get into town. Even so, moments like this... looking into the clear wonder of the night sky... she could understand why her room mate had chosen a country side home to begin with.
With a single bag in hand, she walked confidently through the high wheat. The barn and house may have been condemned, but the field still bore wild grown grain the original farmer had believed his field would never yield since the last drought. At least it meant she did not need to go shopping for typical store brand breads. She had become almost good at home baked loafs, but her room mate still held more experience over her. Her legs carried her out of the field to the bank of a river. It was not as big as most rivers, but it was still larger than a creek separating the field from the forest. Her eyes looked both ways over the river in search of the fallen tree that acted as her bridge. It did not take long for her to find or cross. As she crossed she spared a glance at the clear river water. It reflected the sky above with the undeniable silhouettes of fish swimming within it. As her feet touched down on the other side she sighed in content. She knew she would never trade this home for any other.
The quiet was suddenly broken by a peculiar noise. One that certainly should not be heard out here. It was a cry; a baby's cry. Perplexed by the situation, the young woman raced to the call. Her mind raced with questions as she realized the cry was coming from her home. It could not be possible. Just what was happening? Her confusion further grew when she scaled the small dirt mound and was incapable of seeing her house. She ran through the brush, careful while sliding down the steeper side into the valley. She kept her eyes on where her home should have been and her ears to the infant's cry. The closer she got, the more certain she was the infant was near her home; if not where the structure had once stood. Then, through the trees she could make out the clearing and her home. It was barely standing with a great tilt. The roof was ready to come down any minute, and an enormous hole occupied the north wall. What happened here? and where was her room mate? Did he get into a fight here? She drew herself from her thoughts as the baby cried again. Her heart raced painfully in her chest when she realized it was coming from inside the destruction.
She carefully circled the house not knowing if the door would be the safest entry point. On the west wall, the panel window lay in shatters on the ground but the frame created a portal to inside. She crawled through only just cutting her hand on the glass. She was not surprised; that was just how her luck went. In fact, she expected the roof to cave at that moment if anything. Fortunately, it had not... yet. She cautiously stepped about the fallen materials that littered the dinning room, kitchen combo. She had to duck to get through the door because the fridge and oven had been thrown from their places to block it. Now the fridge was leaning against the oven with only a tiny space to enter. Once on the other side, she took a moment to survey the damages. Everything was toppled over, the TV had a hole through it, and glass shards littered the torn-up carpet. She was vaguely aware that her feet were moving towards the baby's cry on the other side of the flipped couch. She glanced over the furniture fully tense in case of a trap. Yet, once her eyes lay on the tiny creature bundled in a familiar uniform on a couch cushion, all thoughts ceased. Maybe her luck was not so bad after all. This of course was followed by a creak from the roof seconds before it came down.
~~Nanny~~
So there you have it, the start of Nanny. Please feel free to let me know what you think. Thanks for reading, and I'll try updating soon. Tchau!
