Ye' Old Disclaimer: I own Kayrie and Tallia…that's about it. Wish I owned Leggy tho…*sigh* So please don't sue…I'm poor as mud.
"An Escape from Home"
Chapter 1
* Our story begins in beautiful Old England countryside circa 1940s. Majestic mountains, lush valleys, and sparkling rivers surround a quaint little cottage. Alas, although the surroundings are beautiful, an evil lurks in the heart of the lonely cottage. *
A peaceful silence engulfs the night as the countryside sleeps. Suddenly shrieks and blood-curling screams interrupt the peace. Inside the cottage, a girl huddles in the corner as a burly man towers over her brandishing a leather strap. "There, I hope you have learned your lesson. Next time don't make the same mistake again, or I won't be so kind." The girl nods weakly and amidst quiet sobs manages to reply, "Yes father." Satisfied, the father trudges out of the room in heavy boots, slamming the door and the silence returns once more. Gripping the side of her bed, Kayrie painfully pulls herself up into a sitting position. This incident was nothing new to her. It has been happening ever since her mother has passed, since there is no one else her father could punish. Standing slowly, Kayrie tiptoes softly towards her dresser mirror and sits wincing as the pain coursed through her body. A girl with angry bruises and cuts looks back at her. She was a beautiful girl, with greyish-blue eyes tinged with gold, a small nose, olive skin, and long raven black hair that hung past the small of her back. But small scars resulting from years of abuse marred her otherwise flawless skin. They serve as a painful reminder of what her father considers a daily ritual. Turning towards the window, she sees a star fall from the night sky. Remembering her mother's words that were repeated every night, she whispers them, "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight. Please take me away from here, away from this cruel world. Take me anywhere but here." Clinging to that small hope, she returns to her bed, hissing in pain as her muscles and bruises screamed in protest. But sleep soon overcame her has she lay there, finally giving her tired body the much needed rest it deserves.