Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns everything except Lekay Felsont, her family
and anything to do with her.
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Chapter One
A World of Nothing
Father! .... No! Stop- Please!!!!!
Frantically she heaved her frail body against the stone doors, her bony shoulders trembling in fear. Her throat was sore from screaming but she wouldn't give up.
She could hear her father screaming; she could see his perfect demeanor broken by the realization that he was going to be worse then dead. She didn't know why she was scared. He had never loved her but he was all she had left, and she wouldn't give him up without a fight.
Leave me alone!!!! Nooooooooo! And that was that, he was gone. Her world was gone.
She pushed the door in one last effort and to her surprise it came open. As if in a trance she fell into the room and picked herself up. Father lay there immaculate as always, but for his eyes. She let out a moan of distress at the sight of the empty, dead eyes. Three dementors hovered over her still hungry; always hungry but the broken girl took no notice.
She fell to her knees, eyes wide. She clutched at her hair, barely breathing. Her pale blue eyes glazed over in the sleep of one close to death. Then her eyes snapped open, an unearthly black. Something inside of her, the thing she desperately tried to control fell out of her grasp. Her body grew cold and she couldn't think, see or hear.
The coldness surrounded her; she could feel the dementors closing in.
Then it hit her, she was a Felsont, a member of the most highly distinguished family ever and she was powerful. With that her usual emotionless mask slid on and with a single flick of her trembling hand she demolished the room around her.
Chapter One
A World of Nothing
Father! .... No! Stop- Please!!!!!
Frantically she heaved her frail body against the stone doors, her bony shoulders trembling in fear. Her throat was sore from screaming but she wouldn't give up.
She could hear her father screaming; she could see his perfect demeanor broken by the realization that he was going to be worse then dead. She didn't know why she was scared. He had never loved her but he was all she had left, and she wouldn't give him up without a fight.
Leave me alone!!!! Nooooooooo! And that was that, he was gone. Her world was gone.
She pushed the door in one last effort and to her surprise it came open. As if in a trance she fell into the room and picked herself up. Father lay there immaculate as always, but for his eyes. She let out a moan of distress at the sight of the empty, dead eyes. Three dementors hovered over her still hungry; always hungry but the broken girl took no notice.
She fell to her knees, eyes wide. She clutched at her hair, barely breathing. Her pale blue eyes glazed over in the sleep of one close to death. Then her eyes snapped open, an unearthly black. Something inside of her, the thing she desperately tried to control fell out of her grasp. Her body grew cold and she couldn't think, see or hear.
The coldness surrounded her; she could feel the dementors closing in.
Then it hit her, she was a Felsont, a member of the most highly distinguished family ever and she was powerful. With that her usual emotionless mask slid on and with a single flick of her trembling hand she demolished the room around her.