It beings with a forgotten memory, that is now nothing more than a dream.
A voice called out into the night, calling her name. She was only six, youngest of the centuries old family. She would be the one to carry on the family name and honor, if there is going to be an honor left.
She stepped onto her cold floor pushing her sheets away from her fragile body. Her long black hair hung down her back.
The Hallway out side her room was filled with grownups who peered down at the child.
They were all dressed in elegant gowns; she spotted her mother at the end of the large room.
A whisper called her name to her left. All tall man who had long blonde hair, held out his hand beckoning her forward, he was setting amongst other highly well dressed aristocrats all looking at the petite black haired pail, china doll.
She walked toward the distinguished man in black reaching for his hand. He pulled her on her lap and whispered into her ear "One day when you are older, you will be one of us."
She looked up at the man and smiled, then over to where her mother was standing.
She was easily the most beautiful thing in the posh hall way filled with the world's luxuries.
She then noticed her daughter across the room; she glided over almost flawlessly, with grace of a hundred elk, but something more sinister.
"Come with me Kali" she held out her hands pulling her china doll close to her.
"What are you doing out of bed."
"I heard a Voice"
"Maybe it was the wind" the man sujested
"Yes thank you Lucius that will be enough."
The tall sinister woman with long black hair took her daughter back to her room, while whispering in her ear "this is no place for you"