Enigma

Prologue

The young girl sat at the corner of her bed. Her face hiding behind her knees as she rocked her small frame back and forth. Trying to gain courage little by little she stopped and raised her head. Wiping the tears from her face she rolled out of the bed only to stumble back. She felt weak. Her body screaming in pain. With trembling hands, she touched her sour back and hissed. It was still raw and hadn't started to heal yet. She wasn't worried about it though, she knew the pain was only temporary and will be gone soon. She slowly got up, this time holding the side table for support knowing her legs were not able to keep her standing straight. Slowly she dragged herself to the full-length mirror in her luxurious room.

She scoffed inwardly. Her father made sure she was given every luxury of life. From a comfy queen size bed to a closet full of designer clothes. But that was all material things she wished she never had. What she longed for was a family, a kind embrace from father, a tender goodnight kiss from her mother and an annoying brother. Yet she never experienced such things for the past fifteen years since she opened her eyes in the world. All she experienced was the orders from her father, a picture of her mother and a cold glare from her brother. What was a family? She never knew and doubt she would ever experience it.

She went to the mirror and stared at her body, trying to figure out how long would it take to completely heal. She watched all the scars that had slowly started to heal. Claw marks engraved in her delicate body that she got it while training with her father. Each mark deeper than the other. She was alone in her room staring at the wounds given by her own father yet no one came to help her, she was left all alone by the people who called her family.

She looked everywhere in the mirror but her eyes, doing her best to not stare into them. Too much afraid of what she would see. But like always she made the contact and flinched. She was afraid of her own eyes, eyes that belonged to a monster, a beast. Iris red as blood and pupil that resembled more of an animal than a human, dilated into thin slits that would scare anyone who stared into her eyes. She was no different. She turned away immediately scared to look at them any longer.

She was afraid of her own self, afraid of the monster she was. To her father she was perfect, a perfect weapon to rule the world. But she knew who she was, what resided inside her. And for that, she stayed away from everyone around her, build a cage, locking her heart away from any emotion so that the world could be safe from the monster who she was.

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