Prologue
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when Du lose important people in your life Du gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many sagte it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio.
The old man had a terrible reputation in the tiny village where he lived and if he ventured outside- which almost never happened- rumours flew about him like leaves in a storm.
The Tag the girl arrived caused a great sensation, all of the villagers who was able gathered in the Midnight Hangman- the local pub to gossip and drink to her hearts content. Many tall tales was spun in there and Du never knew who to believe.
Meanwhile the girl had been led up to the old man’s mansion and was shivering with mingled cold and fear as she waited for the unknown being to answer the door. The young man chosen to escort them looked about himself nervously. He didn’t like the look of this place. The village seemed to be sinking into the ground itself and the mansion towered over it like a predator over it’s prey.
He knocked once Mehr on the huge brass knocker. It was in the shape of an eagle and the eyes- which was blood-red rubies- gleamed evilly in the fast-approaching twilight.
Eventually the oak door- which was rather small compared to the size of the house- creaked open and a tall, slim man with white-blond hair and white eyes. There was no colour in him at all and he looked as if a mere summer’s breeze would crumple him into dust. He bowed and introduced himself as Abraxas, eternal servant to the Master Scipio.
The man couldn’t get out of there fast enough. He did feel a little for the little girl who was being left in such a madman’s care but he cared much Mehr about getting himself as far away from the place as possible.
Abraxas watched the man race down the hillside, turned curtly, and began making his way along the poor-lit passageway followed closely Von the girl. She was shown into a small; feuer lit room and left there. But she was not alone. An old man was sitting in an armchair, watching the flames. He turned to face her and though no noise escaped her lips her face was a mixture of shock and horror. His hair was jet black and was kept in a ponytail that reached his waist. His skin was wrinkled and roughened with age like any old man’s but it seemed to tremble with energy and life. His eyes were a strong deep blue and Du could yell they saw everything that went on about him. He would have been the perfect picture of health if it were not for the livid red scar that ran from just above his left ear to the bottom of his lips. It completely disfigured his otherwise handsome face and the little girl could not stop staring at it. The man smiled.
“You know it’s rude to stare,” he sagte in a voice as light as air but as strong as life. The girl jumped and he laughed quietly.
“Do Du know who I am?” he asked and she shook her head. I am Scipio Orion Aurelius and I am your Uncle. What is your name?”
Silence.
“Did Du not hear me? I asked who Du are.” He sagte in a voice that clearly showed his irritation at being ignored.
But still there was silence.
“I shall ask Du a third time. Who are you?”
But nothing was heard in the little room except the crackling of the fire.
Scipio took a deep rattling breath and sighed heavily. “If Du will not tell me your name I shall have to give Du one. Let me see… your parents died in a feuer I think so I shall call Du Ember.
He rang a glocke for Abraxas and told him- “Put her in her room and keep her there until I decide what to do with her.”
Abraxas set off immediately and her uncle turned back to the feuer so there was no one to see the tears that fell silently from the girls frightened eyes.
She never knew she had an uncle until her parents died. It’s strange how- sometimes in life when Du lose important people in your life Du gain some more.
Her mother and father died in a house fire. No one knew how it started except the one daughter who managed to survive.
But she was in no state to tell. She suffered mild burns but her mind suffered worst of all. She never spoke again.
She was kept in hospital for six months but eventually she was packed off to her uncle Scipio. She was thirteen years old and many sagte it was a crime sending a child off to such an evil man as Scipio.
The old man had a terrible reputation in the tiny village where he lived and if he ventured outside- which almost never happened- rumours flew about him like leaves in a storm.
The Tag the girl arrived caused a great sensation, all of the villagers who was able gathered in the Midnight Hangman- the local pub to gossip and drink to her hearts content. Many tall tales was spun in there and Du never knew who to believe.
Meanwhile the girl had been led up to the old man’s mansion and was shivering with mingled cold and fear as she waited for the unknown being to answer the door. The young man chosen to escort them looked about himself nervously. He didn’t like the look of this place. The village seemed to be sinking into the ground itself and the mansion towered over it like a predator over it’s prey.
He knocked once Mehr on the huge brass knocker. It was in the shape of an eagle and the eyes- which was blood-red rubies- gleamed evilly in the fast-approaching twilight.
Eventually the oak door- which was rather small compared to the size of the house- creaked open and a tall, slim man with white-blond hair and white eyes. There was no colour in him at all and he looked as if a mere summer’s breeze would crumple him into dust. He bowed and introduced himself as Abraxas, eternal servant to the Master Scipio.
The man couldn’t get out of there fast enough. He did feel a little for the little girl who was being left in such a madman’s care but he cared much Mehr about getting himself as far away from the place as possible.
Abraxas watched the man race down the hillside, turned curtly, and began making his way along the poor-lit passageway followed closely Von the girl. She was shown into a small; feuer lit room and left there. But she was not alone. An old man was sitting in an armchair, watching the flames. He turned to face her and though no noise escaped her lips her face was a mixture of shock and horror. His hair was jet black and was kept in a ponytail that reached his waist. His skin was wrinkled and roughened with age like any old man’s but it seemed to tremble with energy and life. His eyes were a strong deep blue and Du could yell they saw everything that went on about him. He would have been the perfect picture of health if it were not for the livid red scar that ran from just above his left ear to the bottom of his lips. It completely disfigured his otherwise handsome face and the little girl could not stop staring at it. The man smiled.
“You know it’s rude to stare,” he sagte in a voice as light as air but as strong as life. The girl jumped and he laughed quietly.
“Do Du know who I am?” he asked and she shook her head. I am Scipio Orion Aurelius and I am your Uncle. What is your name?”
Silence.
“Did Du not hear me? I asked who Du are.” He sagte in a voice that clearly showed his irritation at being ignored.
But still there was silence.
“I shall ask Du a third time. Who are you?”
But nothing was heard in the little room except the crackling of the fire.
Scipio took a deep rattling breath and sighed heavily. “If Du will not tell me your name I shall have to give Du one. Let me see… your parents died in a feuer I think so I shall call Du Ember.
He rang a glocke for Abraxas and told him- “Put her in her room and keep her there until I decide what to do with her.”
Abraxas set off immediately and her uncle turned back to the feuer so there was no one to see the tears that fell silently from the girls frightened eyes.
Hey guys,
Hope Du enjoy the safe, sicher haven I set up for us! Make lots of Friends and have fun sharing stories oder fanfic! This is the ultimate Schreiben club!Listen,spread word if Du can. This club will be the best in history! The link is gepostet below. Post it on other Schreiben Clubs oder other sites INVOLVING WRITERS (we're not spammers). This will be a writer's heaven, where they can express their feelings oder share stories. Give all your Schreiben Friends a big welcome! Welcome them to this club, and nobody, NOBODY, will regret it.
Sincerely,
3nala,creator,owner, and sincere member of this club.
Hope Du enjoy the safe, sicher haven I set up for us! Make lots of Friends and have fun sharing stories oder fanfic! This is the ultimate Schreiben club!Listen,spread word if Du can. This club will be the best in history! The link is gepostet below. Post it on other Schreiben Clubs oder other sites INVOLVING WRITERS (we're not spammers). This will be a writer's heaven, where they can express their feelings oder share stories. Give all your Schreiben Friends a big welcome! Welcome them to this club, and nobody, NOBODY, will regret it.
Sincerely,
3nala,creator,owner, and sincere member of this club.
3nala here,
As it says in the Beschreibung above (looks up there), I created this club. Please follow the rules so that we get along nicely 8):
1. No bullying ( Du all know what that means )
2. Please, no spam ( spam is not writing, it's spam )
3. Cussing is language, so I'll allow it
4. Do whatever Du like
5. This isn't really a rule, but if I catch ANYONE breaking the rules I'll apply 2 of the consequences below.
Consequences ( seriously ) :
Minor offense:
1. Lecture gepostet on offender's wall.
Major offense:
1. Lecture and/or banning from this club.
2. SENT TO THE DUNGEON! ...just kidding 8)
So, have fun and write your herz out. P.S. the Grammar Police aren't allowed here, to shorten spam. But I'd prefer it if Du guys kept to how everything is supposed to be spelled.
Sincerely,
Club Owner and Member,
3nala
As it says in the Beschreibung above (looks up there), I created this club. Please follow the rules so that we get along nicely 8):
1. No bullying ( Du all know what that means )
2. Please, no spam ( spam is not writing, it's spam )
3. Cussing is language, so I'll allow it
4. Do whatever Du like
5. This isn't really a rule, but if I catch ANYONE breaking the rules I'll apply 2 of the consequences below.
Consequences ( seriously ) :
Minor offense:
1. Lecture gepostet on offender's wall.
Major offense:
1. Lecture and/or banning from this club.
2. SENT TO THE DUNGEON! ...just kidding 8)
So, have fun and write your herz out. P.S. the Grammar Police aren't allowed here, to shorten spam. But I'd prefer it if Du guys kept to how everything is supposed to be spelled.
Sincerely,
Club Owner and Member,
3nala