Picked off of the streets. Always alone, always cold and always longing for the revival of hunger. It was always present as it never went away. It was never solved.
Kalliste; a young girl from the deprived concrete and soiled floors to which she shared with others. Other beings in the same state as her; so torn from withering unwantedness. Her eyes of two tones; brown and pale silver had always watched the ground to which many people would pass by.
In her heart always dwelled with hidden darkness, a fiend by her side. From within abuse of her early childhood; her throat tangled and cut apart, fiddled into impractical vocal cords. Every child was always forgotten and uncared in the cruelty of life. She did not ask to be born into this crazy world.
Often viewed as abnormally different. Her pale porcelain skin and her silver hair was unnerving to many children. Teased and ignored; they often called her an "Albino Freak". Words pushing her down and down, making her even feel more pathetic. Kalliste was an independent girl who continued to grow in the poorest part of Outworld. But it was mostly the darkest area that hardly anyone cared to notice.
At times, children would be so desperate to be with someone, to be with a family and to be loved for once. For that result, they would be taken away. To others, it seemed like they were lucky to be taken in. But it wasn't for being loved rather than for some other reasons. If they wanted money and food; through desperation they would comply with high-ranked beings. Then they would disappear.
Kalliste was often desired to be taken for. They offered delicious foods and wealth for her, despite her hunger for them, she would not attend to their wishes. She knew better.
Now she grew through hard times, preventing herself to be in a dangerous situation. Often known to be lucky - it was a growing hatred for other children as they knew she was special and odd. Kalliste kept herself close to something dark and evil. But it was always friendly towards her. Keeping her alive and safe at times. The balance of evil and benevolence.
So, with some greater evil by her side, she proceeded to get what she wanted without payment, without compliance and plead. Life turned out to be a bit more fun. She grew stronger by the night and became even more filled with wealth.
But with honesty, it did appeal to her of what gold and treasures did. It didn't bring any satisfaction to her. Instead, she had given all her stolen treasures to others that really needed it. Despite being resented all her life. She was given to those in need. But truly she despised the riches who had did so many bad to the poor souls of the shittest place in Outworld.
Sick of the sun and sick of the petty beings from above. Dwelling from the wraith of blackness. She grew stone-cold to her surroundings. She liked reading, that's what she would mostly take from stores. Words had such depth in books. So many stories and things to learn.
During this time, Kalliste had grown into a reliable girl. Still, she was young but she outgrew everyone in the streets. Unfortunately, streets have been more and more empty and unusual. A higher being taking a huge difference in civilization. Fear grew and it had an unknown source to Kalliste.
Footsteps grew harder as the peaceful mind of hers vanished. A girl long brown hair had come into view, expression of worry and dread.
"-K-Kal! Y-you need to see this! T-they killed Javaid! It's-" Her eyes wept and eyes redden. Kalliste stood up with concern and proceeded to follow her.
A group of younger adolescents had gathered over a body of Javaid; the boy who was rather mischievous and risky. His chest was impaled and covered in blood. His friends cried into bitter tears. They covered his face with a worn-out blanket.
"They killed him, just like that. - h-he was trying to help me..." Nesrin, the girl who came crying. Kalliste stared blankly at the body.
Kalliste grew burrowed eyes. Mouthing her lips. "What happened?" Her right index finger brushing off her left palm as she pointed her pointed hands towards them.
"-I-I suppose we aren't supposed to wander into the streets. The- guards ordered us to go back to our p-places. B-but Javaid did not want to listen! He- he killed one of the guards but they - just..." She wept even more. The others listening.
Kalliste nodded her head at them. Her eyes held a dim feeling for the situation. Disgusted by such actions from the guards.
"-Don't even bother doing anything! They probably suspect one of us stealing from shops and others. Especially you! We're just poor kids. We can't do anything." Sorin, another boy who had always found Kalliste to be the cause of everything. He disliked her very much. He pleaded in anger. Putting her at fault.
Kalliste tilted her head in disagreement. She had an obvious anger in her eyes but still glazed it with no emotion. The kids proceeded to grab Javaid's body, covering it entirely as they prepared to bury him. An upcoming funeral awaits.