Into darkness
AN: First fanfic I've submitted so please be nice. Look Krissy, it has a title! Joy J! what do ya think? I really couldn't think of anything else so meh. If you've got a better title then say so! Anyways I hope you enjoy.
Prologue:
A cold gentle wind swept toward the pristine field. Innocent laughter rippled through the long silky strands of grass surrounding a sophisticated giant willow . Flowers spilled freely into the azure sky and all was happy in the world. Cotton ball clouds and cedar green grass mixed with spontaneous childhood play promised cherished memories. A twinkle could be seen in that precious little girl's eye. Merry blue with fluttering lashes, they drank in the prepossessing light making them seem all the more luminous. Her tiny gleeful giggle was contagious. All around her felt cheerful for she radiated enough joy for everyone. She was a carefree child that loved everything and everyone, but she felt the most fondness for her older brother. He was always there. Plain and simple. You see, her father left when she was quite small. She didn't really know what it was like to have a father in her life because she didn't remember anything about him. Her brother watched over her, protected her, and almost replaced the father figure she was missing in her life. Almost. Oblivious to the fact, she continued to live on blissfully until that dreary day…
She almost fell over from giggling as she fumbled clumsily up the hillside. A grin split her face in two when she tumbled onto the grass. She expected her brother to be right behind her ready to catch her. She looked behind her expectantly and her hands became clammy. The silence behind her was deafening. "Brother?" her eyes darted feverishly around her. She looked directly into the bloody sunset. The intense colours captivated her. A deep pumpkin orange illuminated her face and highlighted her pale curly locks. After a moment of letting the sunset occupy her thoughts, her eyes turned to survey the fading green field. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a ripple of shimmering light. A patch of it, just right of the declining sunset. She rubbed her eyes. Never before had she seen its like. Her first thought was that she was seeing things but she saw it again. " Brother, where are you?" she coward like the little five year old she was. Before her, the ripple of light opened like a curtain to reveal a robotic arm. She tried screaming but her throat clenched up with lack of moisture. Tears pricked her eyes, and a liquid cocoon surrounded her petit frame. She was alone, helpless, and very much afraid.
She awoke listening to herself choke out dry sobs . They had put her into this little unforgiving cell. The men with the black coats and pasty drained faces. They were the ones who brought her to this strange and frightening metallic world. They had brutally had her hair cut off . She had not a clue as to why. She kept calling out for her beloved brother and mother, but no one complied with her plea. So she cried. She cried until she had no more tears to cry but she still continued to cry. But all was not lost…
Golden light split into the room in two with a brilliant beam. The soft trod of feet coming towards her intensified her fright. As a result, she buried her face deeper into the folds of her creamy white dress. The figure knelt gently beside her. He pitied the sweet little girl. Who she was and where she came from was a complete mystery to him but he did know that he was put in charge of her care. " please don't cry. My name is Jajuka and I am here to take care of you." he smiled with sympathy. He placed the tray of food he was carrying down with a tiny clatter. The little girl turned around with large blue eyes brimming with tears. She stared at him dumfounded for a second. His face was so soft and gentle. His cocoa brown eyes were filled with trusting and understanding. " please try to eat something. They will beat me if you don't eat." no such thing would happen but he didn't want her to go hungry. She blinked away her tears in silence. She was debating whether or not she could trust him. " poor little thing, did they cut your hair?" Jajuka looked her wavy short cropped hair over. Now why would they do that? The other girl children brought to the Ziabach Empire had their hair intact. What could they possibly hope to achieve by doing that? The bottom of his gut froze. They couldn't …they can't. He had heard rumours of a certain experiment that the sorcerers were thinking about but he dismissed all thoughts of it actually being true. The talked about experiment was just too impossible. It would never work. Jajuka tried to justify the reason for her hair being cut. It was too long, it was too unsanitary, but this feeling inside his gut kept resurfacing. He smiled kindly down at the girl. He promised himself to take an interest in her well-being. He would do his best to make certain that fate didn't befall on her. He left the room as quietly as he came, leaving the poor girl to stare at the metal tray beside her.