The clouds moved gently in the sky, as it painted itself with a mixture of orange and purple. Beneath the beautiful evening sky, holds a bloody shore, with lifeless armoured bodies, being pushed and pulled by the current of the sea. The colour of the sea had changed from it's habitual blue state, to an eccentric dirty red. Different sizes of armet swarm above the sea, as it currents gradually moves them away.
The thick metallic tang of blood sullied the atmosphere, as blood-curling screams of men corrupted it more. Horses hooves thunderously hit the sand, carrying armoured men, armed with knives and swords, viciously charging against each other.
The clashes of steel faded into the distance. Across the cried of battle, holds a forest —silent, with it's tall trees harbouring whispers of serects.
THUD THUD
The unruly sound of hurrying footsteps disrupted the still forest. The airy sound of pants followed suite. A woman's unsettling blue eyes hovered around the forest nervously . In a quick blink, her eyes left the forest surroundings, darting to the sleeping infant, wrapped with a worn out cloth, in her arms. Sweat trickled down her face, falling on the baby's cloth.
With another flicker, her eyes left the infant and swept around the forest again. A glimpse of relief passed through her icy blue eyes, as she spotted an abandoned hut. She immediately ran toward it. Her speed lessen, as she closed in. With sheath, she tiptoed to where the detached windows were. Peeking through, she whispered.
"Hello?" Her sweet voice ran through the hut. On receiving no response, she quietly made her way to the door, gently pushing it open. With a smooth slid, she entered and was instantly enveloped by the darkness inside.
The woman didn't panic, and mildly whispered something underneath her breath and almost instantly, a luminous orange glow emerged, pushing back the darkness that once enveloped the hut. The orange glow brighten up the room, showing the features of the woman. The glow highlighted her ebony dark skin, giving it a unique colour. Her tattered red hair, stood out, with her shabby dress, which was tainted with blood. Her face wore exhaustion, as her unsettling blue eyes porbed the room. It paused, when it caught a glimpse of a baby crib at the far end. Step by step, her feet moved, generating a light creek from the wooden floor. The light in the room didn't extend to the crib, so with one hand holding the infant, she moved the other above the crib with her eyes closed, as though, she could sense any danger larking inside.
After a while, she retrieved her arm, and opened her eyes. Letting out a tired sigh, she gently laid the sleeping infant in it. Her waery eyes soften as it watched the baby, with her fingers carefully caressing it's cheek.
Her dry lips parted, but no words came out. There was a certain unease in her eyes, as though her words could usher in danger.
She left out another tired sigh, and finally, she said
"My dear dear, Dydra. Mama will send you to a safe place, where no one will harm you.." she paused as tears filled her eyes. "A safe safe place," her voice trailed. Then she continued,
"Though it'll be safe, Mama cannot be there with you. So..." her fingers left the infant's cheek, going behind her neck. She unhooked a heart shaped locket, tucking it in the tiny fists of her baby.
"Have my possession, dear. It'll protect you from any form of danger." She withdrew her arm, using her palms to wipe the tears off her face.
Leaning in, her lips came in contact with the baby's cheek. The infant coos 'n a little, which brought a small, yet beautiful smile on the woman's lips.
This peaceful moment shattered as the hut's door burst open with a violent kick. The woman's body jerked, every nerce on edge, as she flinched toward the source of the sound, fear etched across her face. Her whole body trembled as she caught sight of a huge figure, with deep red eyes and horns on its shoulders, staring at her.
Her whole body vibrated, with swift movements, she took her gaze off the figure, toward her sleeping infant. With tears in her eyes, she took a last look at her baby, before she muttered words beneath her breath.
The air twisted violently as a black hole appeared, sucking the crib—and the baby inside—into darkness.
A wave of relief washed on the woman's face, but before she could react to anything more, she felt something viciously pierce into her back. Her blue eyes widened in horror as blood slowly dripped out of her mouth. Her whole body stiffen, as she felt it dig inside her. Tears filled her eyes, and she gently closed it, as though accepting her fate.
With a swift pull, her heart was yanked out of her body, and she fell to the ground. Her blood rapidly spread on the wooden floor.
A huge claw held her heart, blood dripping down from it. The orange glow that once pushed out the darkness in the hut, vanished. Leaving the hut, onec again, in complete gloom.
But amongst the darkness, the figure red eyes stood out. A light snarl escaped it lips
"Dydra," it whispered.
Miles and miles away from the hut, in an entirely different forest. A baby crib suddenly came into view. The cool breeze blew and the baby inside let out a cry, which didn't seem to stop . Birds in the forest flew away due to the sound.
Not too far from the cirb, holds a hut, that smoothly disguised amongst the green trees.
"Agatha, dear. Come back," the cry of an old lady voiced out of the hut. The door pf the hut burst open, with a young beautiful lady, dressed in expensive clothing, coming out of it. Her brows were frowned, and her lips twitching in annoyance.
"Mother, I am truly tired of your desire to dwell in this....this place, while there's a mansion, with big rooms and countless servants to attend to your needs, waiting for you."
An old lady, whose both hands were resting on a cane, came out, going after her daughter.
"Honey, I like it here," the old lady softly said. Her response earned a scoff from her daughter, who was heading to her fancy carriage.
"My word!" Agathat paused, turning to her mother. "How can you say that? You prefer this," she looked at the hut with distain, "to a neat place where you'll be treated like a queen? Mother!" Her hands swang on her hips.
The old lady smile softly, and opened her mouth to speak, but paused, when she heard a baby cry from a distance. A frown formed on her face, and she looked around.
Agatha ears also picked it up, and she too looked around, trying to find the source.
They both traced it, and caught sight of a crib.
"Bizarre," Agatha commented, as she made her way to the crib. As they closed in, the baby cry, increased, and Agatha lef out a gasped when she saw the infant.
"Bizarre," she commented again. Without thinking twice, she took the baby, worry in her face. Her eyes drifted around, trying to figure out if she could find someone, or something that would answer the question dwelling in her heart.
What is a baby doing in a forest all alone?
Her eyes caught sight of the locket in the infant's fists, and she took it.
"Wow," she couldn't help but say. She caressed the locket with her fingers. A frown came on her face, as she spotted a writing on the locket.
"D-Dydra," she read.
Her mother came to her side, and grabbed the locket from her hand, which startled Agatha.
"What is it, Mother?" She asked with confusion.
The old lady had a shocked expression on, and she asked her daughter with disbelief in her eyes.
"Where did you get this from?"
"From the bizarre baby, Mother," Agatha informed.
The old lady's eyes left the locket, and went on the baby. She gasped in awe, as she studied the baby's figures. The dark radiant skin and the icy blue eyes. She squinted her eyes and noticed the colour of the baby lashes were red.
"Dydra," she whispered, her voice trembling.