Hello there, little one
Oh, what or who I am, you ask? I am just part of a trio of three beautiful ladies who love to spin yarn. My name is not important.
You on the other hand? You are quite important indeed. Special little snowflakes, all of you.
Let's take a look. Oh my, you certainly didn´t inherit their looks, but we have to look deeper. Perhaps a peek in your past will enlighten you to the future?
You were for most of your admittedly short life so far, 10 Solar rotations, or as humanity calls them, years, rather unnoticed. Sure, you were noted as having some cognitive weaknesses, an impairment of the ability to recognize and comprehend written words and to focus, paying attention, but that was quickly swallowed by the unending gears of the system.
Indeed, your early life was quite blessed as they may say, although we both know that the homelife of one such as you is never quite up to the cuff. The fair isles you call home are also the home to such things as your American cousins would be hard pressed to believe. As the saying goes, the Brits are a weird folk. Your family was …
Oh my, how scandalous, how juicy.
Ah, indeed, the black sheep of the house of Hades. Was never quite sure what people were expecting her to become if they kept her locked up in a cave. Fits with your lonesome nature, however.
You were born of a unity between her, being out of her cave at night, as always, and a man who not fled her terrors, but embraced them. Not quite used to not being rejected, be it for her appearance or personality, she was pleasantly surprised at his calm and friendly nature, yet fiery hunger for adventure.
What they had, it could not be quite called love, but they had affection for each other. The unity bore fruit, and that was an adventure in itself. Melinoë had to sneak around more than usual. Sure, her parents did not pay her an iota of attention, but they had plenty of ears and eyes in the underworld, and any overlong stays in the mortal world would rouse suspicion.
Yet, it was this change in routine that invigorated her. Well, that and the prolonged social contact with an actual person. Who would have guessed. She learned, to a degree, to appreciate life once more. Oh, she didn´t become an angel, but she became a bit more … humane.
And then you were born. Her little red pearl. Oh, indeed, you inherited not much of her looks, though that may change with your growth. but you had already quite the impact on your parents. Melinoë became a parent. And she owned up to the occasion. She had been locked in a cage for most of her life and she would not repeat the same mistakes her parents made with her.
She was not the warmest of mothers, true, but she showed you that despite the many difficulties you were facing , be it of physical, mental or emotional sorts, she would be there in the end. Even if she had to break the rules a bit. Indeed, she taught you that the only thing you can always rely on was yourself.
Your father, on the other hand, was the one who taught you the virtue of diligence and perseverance. Both by words and actions, by putting up with your mother´s rather … tendency to rant about everything, and scare it into submission if she didn´t get her way. No, he was her equal, not giving an inch without proper discussion in the relationship.
As the first born of a god, especially one who was aware of such matters, you had gained quite the amount of abilities from your mother's side. Truthfully, were you born under one of the great gods, you would be in the class of Achilles and many others.
First of all, a natural ability for those of the underworld, is the movement through shadows. Quite the useful ability, as it allows one to skip the pesky walking sequences. All shadows are part of the same substance. There is only one darkness, and creatures of the Underworld can use it as a road, as a future uncle of yours will put it.
More interesting however is that your affinity to the spirits of the deceased may even yet outshine that of your mother´s siblings. Not only can you interact with them, but you command as much respect as equines would pay to a son of the horse lord. The sheer possibilities, considering the world you are about to enter. You can even call forth spirits of the recently dead, an ability that you have been warned could draw the eye of Hades if you were to call back souls of the long dead. But, that wouldn´t put you above the rest, now would it ? No, you have an affinity for the Anima of things. I will be eager to see what kind of creatures you will call forth.
Beyond that, you have an innate knowledge of death rites, and most interestingly, the ability to manipulate nightmares on a minor scale as of yet. You can cause them alright, and even see into them, but the details are yet outside of your grasp.
But perhaps more interesting to such a young mind as yours is that you have magic. Yes, indeed, magic. From your dad, to be exact. Oh, he is technically the legacy of Hecate, but that is of little relevance here.
Yes, you have magic, tone down the mental cheering. The magical world is somewhat of a mixed pot, originally attempted by the gods of crossroads, diplomacy, neutrality and so on in an attempt to create a neutral ground between the pantheons. As expected, that didn´t work out and they quite quickly abandoned that project. The remains seem to have forgotten that tidbit of their history, and here we are, the modern magical world.
That reminds me, what day and age do we have ? It is quite easily forgotten if you interact with time on a different level.
Ah, right, that Potter welp is about to attend that hogwash school. Quite the interesting individual. Especially since they have brushed with death a few times. One may suspect that they are a demigod of some kind.
Right, back to you. You have certainly two rather opposing parents when it gets to having a role model.
Your mother certainly took a liking to the goth punk culture. Not surprising, given her history. If you were to follow her example, you are most likely an individualist, the kind to flaunt the rules and enjoy the craziness of life. She even became somewhat of an icon in the local scene.
Your Father on the other hand was a military man, muggleborn, so he was rather straight lined. While not all that rule attached, he was very order focused, although still kind. He was the one who taught you how to work, how to apply yourself.
Ah, you take after your mother, it seems. A rebel in heart, blood and mind, trueborn. They are always the most fun, always struggling to break the rules. You will certainly be entertaining. But this was quite a lot at once, so before your little brain gets fried, let's recap.
You are the daughter of Melinoë and Robert, conceived on a fateful night in one of the many haunted locations on the isles. You were raised in a manner that forced you to confront problems very early, and by yourself. You were still loved, but diligence and endurance to see your tasks through was the core value you learned. However, that came at the cost of having a hard time recognizing the need for assistance. As the daughter of the greek goddess of spirits, you have various abilities, such as affinities and authority towards the spirits, innate knowledge about death rites, nightmare control and shadow travel. You yourself have followed the path of the punk, self expression, choosing to wear the traditional underworld colours of black with pale skin with a new hip of a cheerful goth punk.
But wait, we have forgotten the most important detail.
What is your name ?
Indeed, you are Melanie Southgate, daughter of Melinoë and Robert Southgate, and this is your adventure. Perhaps it would do well for you to have some time before you start off into the wild magical world. But now, it is time for you to awake. The sun has fallen and your mother is about to riot once more through the night. Well, she is mostly telling others to do it nowadays. Regardless. It is time for you to awaken.
Oh ? Who am I ? Quite the loaded question you ask there.
Eh, just call me Sis for now.