Author's Note: I'm really glad someone acknowledged Seytu's breakdown. I didn't want to put it off as a dream or something that didn't mattered and only added taste.
That sh*t matters, I can promise you.
newguy100: Good things come to those who wait. *wink wink*
Veronica: I am kind of aiming for the poetic taste and dabbles, so thank you! I'm glad that I know now that my time off is a better benefit than imagined!
Goddess of Imaginary: Yay! And thanks so much!

Enough chit chat yo, I'm sixteen and I'm not going to old-lady this story.

-Purple Zinnias, Rhododendrons And Forget-Me-Nots-

He's terrifyingly ruling in a questionable perfection.

Not mentioning his strange high levels of chi.
Perfect Perfect Perfect

-With Valia-

-Flashback-
"What about Valia?" Her mother asks in a hushed tone. The small seven year old secretly listens while she cleans up a mess she made on the kitchen floor. Her cheek sore and her eyes filled with tears that don't quite take the hint to leave. "What about her? What if she's a danger to the family because of it? Did you see what she was doing with the snow?! Did you see her eyes?! That's not natural. She's a demon or-or a monster. We can't keep her." Said her father sternly. Valia holds back the noises trying to escape her throat.

"She was… moving it with her mind. She… she comes from hell!" He shouts. She can hear her mother quietly agree and a small whimper escapes Valia's lips. But she keeps her mouth shut still, worrying of the punishments that could await her. To even think about it and her ideas of it that barely shadows her father's terrifies her. Where will they leave me, she thinks. And soon she's not quite sure whether she is better off
alone.

And small bubbles of grief fill her stomach when she mourns the memories of when her mother and father would actually look at her, eyes full of hope. Giving her a sense of satisfaction and anticipation. Only to be shoved and ripped from her grip as she grows and shows signs of incapability.

"What about the wedding to come?" Asks her curious mother. He father sighs and rubs his silk blue robe. "If they were to find out just what she was then they would either kill us or throw us in prison. We'll say there was a terrible accident." His words cause her to cringe and she slowly dips into the cold face of reality that her father wanted her gone. To erase her from the picture. In a panic she begins to cup her own mouth with her own paws to hold back screams of fear and uncertainty and pain. Her eyes scanned across the kitchen floor, flickering back and forth looking for a hole to crawl in and hide in. Unfortunately, no hole was found. No place to feel something surround every side of her, like the earth itself, and accept her. And at the moment she wishes she wasn't born different. Wishes she wasn't born at all.

"Valia?" She hears her father's voice call out and suddenly it feels like acid in her ears. And she's panicking and crawling into a corner nearby as her father approaches coming from the room next to this one.

But her father doesn't reach the dark kitchen because an anonymous shadow attacks his. And her mother cries out his name and it echoes. No sound coming from the attacker, with the exception of the noise coming from his weapon. "You monster!" She screams and tears cause her eyes to swell.

You're a monster too, she thinks. Then you are not alone.

And while she does not mourn the loss of her father, she pities her mother silently because she's scared and maybe she secretly didn't mind if her father wasn't around. Valia can hear the movement and the sound of her mother struggling and the noise of liquid splattering across the thin papered wall. Valia is shaking now and she's glad the kitchen is so dark. She hears the attacker say some words that she is not allowed to say herself, and she hears him exit.

But her knees are frozen together and against the thin wall she leans on and she faintly thinks of someone who used to live in this house along with her and her parents. A sibling perhaps? But they're long gone now. And she has no clear memories of them.

But now her eyes are shut so tight that they ache, and she hears the heavy footsteps of someone she thinks wants to kill her. He's inspecting every room and he then comes across the kitchen. Lighting a small lantern nearby, he finds the little panting and shaking girl and hurriedly drops to his knees in order to get the little one's attention. To let her know she's not dead or dying or doomed to be in that position. And she lets her eyes slide open to see who the stranger placing a large paw on her knee is. He was a husky. And he was familiar.

"Valia, come with me. You're going to be fine." Says the man. She now knows who the kind stranger is.

The father of the one she's destined to be with. She nods and lets the man pick her up into her arms and lead her outside past the massacre that he closed the door to and into the harsh biting wind and snow. He places her in a carriage and wraps her in the blanket that was set out beside her. She hears him talk to the horse who controlled the carriage. "Where to?" Says the horse. The husky in valuable clothing placed money in the horse's side pocket.

"Back home." He replies. Valia thinks that even though she is in the bitter jail of the sky's hate, it feels much warmer than sleeping in the house that her father and mother couldn't find themselves to love her in.

They reach his what seems like a palace of a home and she sleeps that night dreaming of silvers and purples and greens. Dreaming of rubies and love and a monster who has chains wrapped around her demon paws. Dreams of words said like fate, killer and beast and places that either hold her inside and make her a part of it or spit her out and run her off.

-End of flashback-

She grabs a handheld mirror and stares into her own dark violet eyes. Jin would come in and check on her sometime soon and only ask if she was still breathing. In two months she'll be nine and she'll get to have maids make her a nice cake. They'll ask her questions like whether or not she's taken a liking to Jin. And she won't know what to say and they'll take it as a yes.

As she stares into her purple eyes, she doesn't think about a wedding to come years later. She thinks of a small boy she met when she was six. Who seemed like the very child of something that belonged in the sky that only shone at night. Maybe she'll try to go back to that very village again. See that very boy and pick out stones and tell stories and share moments filled with laughter. But right now, she'll just spend another day to herself, tending to a small garden she received for her birthday.

She sends the snow dancing in a tornado form in her very hands.
It would seem like real magic as it sparkled and twirled, the image reflecting
in her eyes.
She wants to show off and to prove she's worth keeping around
so she says,
"Mommy, look!"
And she's still mesmerized by her work that
she jumps when she turns to find the horrified looks of
her not so sure parents. And the mere thought of
disappointing them hurt her and caused her to
drop her work
of
magic.

Ahh, you guessed it. Or not. But Zinnias, Rhododendrons And Forget-Me-Nots are flowers. And the reason I used them was because each of their names have meanings.
Rhododendrons- Danger, Beware
Zinnias- Thoughts of absent friends
And Forget-Me-Nots are exactly as they sound- Forget me not, or Memories.

Yeah, I do my research.
Lol, btw, Dinah, why have the chapters been coming so early recently? Well, I have no clue. But, why question it? I mean this is three chapters coming at you in the matter of four days. By the way, at this very moment it is 2:09pm. Yeah. You should be glad I love you all so much.

PS. The title was so d**n long that it cut off some of it in the chapter selection.
Yeah, I don't know.