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A/N: First-time author here! I would love any comments and constructive criticisms. Thank you for giving the story a read!
I still see the Fire raging. In my mind's eye, even under the comfortable mattress and the ever-watchful eyes of my guard, under the radiant moonlight, I still find myself thinking of the beautiful Flames that, in a past life, were my end.
My new father's voice is beautiful, though his eyes are indifferent, as though he looks right through me. I ache.
My new mother sees me. It is rather conflicting. She is my mother, a woman with sly smiles and a cackling laughter that reverberates through me. Her eyes are manic, but she enjoys life so, so much. Vivacious, energetic, and so, so loving. She calls me her shining light. She is my mother whom I love. Sometimes.
Other times, she is the other woman. The woman who enjoys my screams of terror, the woman who would at the same time wish me to disappear. The woman who worships her Lord.
She tells me she loves me.
I believe her.
He walks into our manor. He shimmers with darkness that follows my father, and even more my mother. I feel the energy inside me as well, though not so dark. Not so powerful. He gazes at me, and I feel the weight behind it. I do not know what he expects, but I know I must never, at all costs, disappoint him.
His darkness is as beautiful as the Fire. Power and determination, singing through his magic.
He is truly beautiful.
They disappeared. My parents were there one night, furious and raging, the darkness inside them growing, angry. The mark that showed they were His started fading. It began fading from their very being. Was He disappearing? My parents could not believe that. They disappeared. People keep leaving.
It is cold.