The Making of Amena Heart

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The Making of Amena Heart

Postby Amena Heart » Thu Jun 30, 2011 9:39 am

((This is a bit of a rush job, sorry.))

Mina Hearst was born to Diane and Jeremy Hearst on one sunny summer day. The family was poor in the days of Mina's youth, especially when younger brother Wesley came along just a few short years after. The parents were rather superstitious, overly so, but with good reason. On Mina's thirteenth birthday, that's when things became strange.

Perhaps it should have been a clue, that her parents never spoke of college plans. Perhaps the suddenly somber mood about the house was an indication of things to come. In hindsight these things are easy, but at the time too subtle to grasp. At midnight, a knocking upon the door, answered far too quickly, a hushed argument ensuing. Mina heard only brief whispers and an angry voice say her name, and the midnight visitor was repelled. The next day it came again, at the same hour, more loudly and more insistent. This time, Mina crept out to look. Outside there was more shouting, then a scream as a fire poker was swung full force. And so again the visitor was repelled. The next night Mina lay awake, waiting. As midnight came, she slowly crept out, to see what this visitor was about. Again her father waited with his fire poker, his wife pacing nervously about. There was not a peep from within the house as Wesley sleepily poked his head out from the bedroom, as the clock struck midnight once again. Bam! Bam! Bam! The door slammed horridly with the midnight visitor's knocking. The door flung open, the scene played thrice, ignorance was no more.
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Re: The Making of Amena Heart

Postby Amena Heart » Thu Jun 30, 2011 9:40 am

We want what is due us, the visitor said clearly. We want what we are owed. Give us our due or forever be cursed, be cursed forevermore. No, said the father, we owe you nothing, and the price is too high to pay. And what a glare the visitor gave, as he let forth a snarl. Each time we come we give reminder, each time we ask you must accede. We have our bargain and you must pay. As he came forward, the lights dimmed. As he reached forward, time stood still. His eye fell on the girl, and came a smile.

As he knelt his eyes locked on hers. As he spoke his voice was hypnotic. For generations we have been promised the first ones born. For generations this has been given. Your family will have wealth and good health. In exchange we receive but little - seven years of the first born's life, to be given when we have asked. You will guard our castle proper, as each generation past has done. And so shall we train and teach you, until the seven year bargain is done.

As he stood he took her hand. As she walked away entranced, time unfolded. As they left, there was nothing more of Mina Hearst. And time continued on.
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Re: The Making of Amena Heart

Postby Amena Heart » Thu Jun 30, 2011 9:41 am

The visitor was true to his very word. She was taught and trained and set forth to guard the castle. And what a glorious castle it was, and lands aplenty, stretching far as the eye could see. Invaders to be driven forth, that the lady within be reassured. She was given a new, nobler name, the name of Amena Heart. She served the lady well, and in the few glimpses of her, saw the most beautiful gentlest lady, the rightful ruler of the moon.

Too soon time seemed to pass. When the time came to return, the image of the moon castle was firmly burned into memory, into the fitful waking dreams to follow. As well as the lady of the moon. Her beautiful, swift, cruel lady of the moon. Her hypnotic voice like a song, the song of the greatest longing, for a dream once was but now gone. The song that would later chase her in the night, both terrible and cruel.
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Re: The Making of Amena Heart

Postby Amena Heart » Thu Jun 30, 2011 10:51 am

The same guide came to lead her to an unfamiliar house. His job done, he vanished. As she looked upon the view before her, she saw a great house with overflowing gardens, the gate barred and shut before her. The buzzer soon solved that issue. The man approaching turned ghostly white at sight of her. Without a word or query, he led her inside. The house was silent. She walked slowly through the halls looking in here and there. A study, a kitchen, a library here and there. Dazed, like a dream.

She tried to settle back in. Her parents refused to talk to her. Every time they saw her, they flinched away. Pain etched in their features. This one is not ours, not anymore. Never again. Begone. Her brother seemed curious but shy - this stranger who had left and now returned. And worst, the one who sat here watching, the one with her eyes but nothing more. She learned from her brother this one was a replacement of sorts, one sent to learn the ways of man whilst she went to learn the ways of faerie. A foreign exchange, indeed.
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Re: The Making of Amena Heart

Postby Amena Heart » Thu Jun 30, 2011 1:22 pm

She was watched, by the weird one. The one that looked odd. After a while she figured it out, the oddity. The look was...similar. A bit ephemeral. Different. Touched by the moon child as well.

Day by day she wandered the halls. Cold, lost, and lonely. Friends long gone and moved away, a future uncertain. These parents now strangers, looking upon her with fear. The atmosphere was stifling. Accompanied only by the strange one who was equally shunned, and a brother making awkward amends. And a song so lonely it called in the night, ever-present in waking dreams.

And one night suddenly, things were made clear. As she turned slowly in the mirror of her dreams, she saw the marks the years gone had left on her. She was no longer the person who had left. The old life was gone. But surely another role existed for her here. A knight without a castle is almost as sad as a girl without a home. It was time to leave.
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