A/N: Want to apologize again if I seem a bit odd with my writing style, never tried to fully write out fics before, so please be patient with me!
TRIGGER WARNING: Minor Dark Themes unexpectedly found it's way to this Interlude…sorry about that...
"Why am I so different, Mama?"
A voice rings throughout the spacious room. Made from cold stone walls with bits and pieces of metal woven into it to aid the structure of the building material as the items within the room itself is filled to the brim with various stone tablets, ancient artifacts, old tapestries and a lone desk in the middle of it all.
Sitting at the desk is a young woman with a tan complexion with auburn brown hair, that perfectly match her chocolate brown eyes, she raises her head from it's position looking down at a parchment forward to the lone voice echoing in this silent abode. "What do you mean, my little star?"
Tiny footsteps echo into the room, revealing the owner of the mysterious voice to be a little girl no more than 9 years of age with red hair and bright green eyes with a slightly darker tanned skin. Her face is scrunched up in confusion with a tinge of sadness, "Why am I the only one who can speak to animals? All the other kids just look at me funny when I ask them about it." she rubs her left arm insecurely as she looks to her Mother. Said Mother sighs, dropping the parchment to use her arms to lean on the desk as she moves more forward to the small child with a reassuring smile on her face. "Well, not many people have such smart little stars like you. Why, it sounds like everyone else may not be paying as much attention to the animals as you are, sweetie."
The girl looks at her Mother for a moment, before ducking her head down as she nervously shuffles on her feet as if unsure whether or not to speak up once again. The older woman's smile grows dim into more of a half formed grin in worry of what else the child may be inquiring about, "You can ask me anything…you know that, Little Star."
The air became thick with tension with an underlying aura of trepidation. After a few moments of silence, the young girl raised her head to look at her Mother once more, "...Could Papa talk to animals too?" she asked as the older woman's face completely fell at the question into a mixed expression of pain and anger.
Abruptly standing up from her desk, the woman walked around it to stand right in front to face her child closely with a blank look on her face.
The scene cuts to outside of the room's door, a young boy around the same age as the girl–with identical red hair and skin tone but with chocolate brown eyes instead of green–is frozen stiff with his hand raised as if he was about to knock and his expression one of intense fear. He then slowly backed away from the door as he began inhaling and exhaling intensely. "OTHELLO! WHERE ARE YOU?" Another child's voice shouted from a distance, startling the young boy who looked from the door to where the voice originated, before running away as fast as he could to the direction of the voice. "COMING!"
As the young boy left, there was nothing but silence from the door and it's connected room, except for a deafening slap.