Years have passed since Sumiya had been sold into slavery, the price for
sacrificing herself to save her brother, the price for showing human
emotion towards another. Yet, she had no memory of it. With her memory
erased, the cause of her dark nature had seemingly disappeared. Giving
Sumiya emotions, emotions that she had never felt before in her life.
She had planned an escape from her slavery. She was tired of being whipped, being starved. All she had of her own was the ragged kimono she was wearing. Every night she would cry to herself at night. Wishing, longing to be freed from this torturous life. So one night, her wish had come true. Sumiya had escaped while during her nightly chores.
She had been tending to the garden like she was commanded too. Keeping her eyes on the guards nearby, knowing they were going to fall asleep. After a few hours of hard labor, the guards did finally fall asleep. Extracting her claws, she slit their throats as a precaution if they were to wake during her escape. Somehow, inside, killing the guards felt almost right. She just ignored the feeling and ran, hearing alarms go off. She knew she was caught, but she pursued her dreams of being freed.
Once into the forest, she felt a bit safer, but she didn't stop running. She kept running, eventually running into someone. She knocked him over, falling herself, but she stood up immediately, running forward once more. The man stood up, following her, to make sure she wasn't injured. Upon reaching her, he saw that she was panic-stricken and badly injured. He led her to the safety of a secluded patch of the forest, tending to her wounds, hearing her stories of her slavery, and how she doesn't remember how she got there in the first place.
After her wounds were all treated and patched up, she turned around to face him. Actually getting a good look at this stranger's face. What really grabbed her attention were his piercing blue eyes. She looked at the man, only able to lip the words, "Who are you?" The man laughed softly, calmly saying his name. "Dante."
She had planned an escape from her slavery. She was tired of being whipped, being starved. All she had of her own was the ragged kimono she was wearing. Every night she would cry to herself at night. Wishing, longing to be freed from this torturous life. So one night, her wish had come true. Sumiya had escaped while during her nightly chores.
She had been tending to the garden like she was commanded too. Keeping her eyes on the guards nearby, knowing they were going to fall asleep. After a few hours of hard labor, the guards did finally fall asleep. Extracting her claws, she slit their throats as a precaution if they were to wake during her escape. Somehow, inside, killing the guards felt almost right. She just ignored the feeling and ran, hearing alarms go off. She knew she was caught, but she pursued her dreams of being freed.
Once into the forest, she felt a bit safer, but she didn't stop running. She kept running, eventually running into someone. She knocked him over, falling herself, but she stood up immediately, running forward once more. The man stood up, following her, to make sure she wasn't injured. Upon reaching her, he saw that she was panic-stricken and badly injured. He led her to the safety of a secluded patch of the forest, tending to her wounds, hearing her stories of her slavery, and how she doesn't remember how she got there in the first place.
After her wounds were all treated and patched up, she turned around to face him. Actually getting a good look at this stranger's face. What really grabbed her attention were his piercing blue eyes. She looked at the man, only able to lip the words, "Who are you?" The man laughed softly, calmly saying his name. "Dante."