Post originally by Character_Ariadne Desiderio"We'd be so less fragile if we were made from metal, and our hearts from iron -- and our minds from steel.
If we built an army full of tender bodies, could we love each other? Would we stop to feel?"
Ariadne didn't have a normal childhood. Come to think of it, she didn't have a normal
anything. She spent most of her childhood alone, raised by those that her mother chose. Most of them were peasant women and other children just as special as she was. It never occured to Ari why this was happening. She saw them as companions and playmates. They took good care of her when her mother could not.
However, no one would tell her why or what was going on. So as time went on, she thought less and less about asking or figuring anything out. It wasn't until the cusp of her thirteenth birthday that things began changing, and rapidly.
While bathing one morning, Ariadne noticed small bumps along her back and down her hips, and the same kind of bumps appearing around the upper parts of her arms. Panicked, she called for one of the women and began scratching at the bumps until they bled. She was covered in blood and in tears when the door flew open and one of the maids came in with a startled sound.[/color]
"Get them off! Get them off!" Ariadne cried, her voice cracked and she moved to stand in the bloodstained water.
"What's happening, Ilde?" Wide, crystalline eyes pleaded with the woman as she tried to calm the girl.
"Shh. Shh, darling. Hold still." Ilde didn't seem nearly as spooked as Ariadne was, and the woman knelt at her side and reached up carefully to one of the bumps. With nimble fingers, she pulled what seemed to be a thin, opalescent feater from Ariadne's skin. It was caked with blood, but the sheen of the feather was like that of the inside of an oyster shell. Before Ilde could hide it, Ariadne saw it and her brows furrowed and a look of horror passed across her features.
"What is THAT?!" Her voice rose slightly and she reached out and snatched the feather. The fact that she was nude and covered in blood moved to the back of her mind.
"Ari, I believe it's time we have a talk. I was hoping it would be your mother who told you this, but she's very ill and cannot. She had told me when it was time, I would know and then I could tell you."The words went in one ear and kind of got lost as the tears brimmed in her eyes. Soon, she winced and reached up to her face and when she brought her hand away she came away with more blood. A sigh from Ilde, and the woman stepped closer to the shaking girl and again with a careful touch, she pulled the small, glimmering stone from Ariadne's cheek. It was a perfectly clear diamond. A small gasp came from the girl as she looked from the stone to Ilde and back to the stone.
"What.. what's going on?" She asked in a soft, almost childlike voice.
"You are very special, my child. In fact, you shouldn't have even been able to exist." Blunt, Ilde noticed the look on Ariadne's face when she said that and the woman cradled the girl's face in her hands.
"But you do, and we are very happy about it. Know that." She smiled softly,
"Your mother.. Your mother is an Angel. A very special kind of angel, the last of her kind." Furrowing her brows once again, Ariadne looked at Ilde in disbelief.
"I would know if she was like that.. You're lying to me. What am I?" She tried pulling away, but Ilde held fast.
"You must believe me, child. Your mother is not around because she is very ill. She was punished for what she had done, but know that she says everything was worth it. You are a miracle, Ariadne. And your mother wants the best life for you, know that as well." Reaching up, she combed her fingers through Ariadne's onyx tresses.
"An-an..angel? I don't understand. How? I didn't think they existed." The question brought a slight laugh from Ilde.
"Yes, they exist. However, I have never heard of one having a child before. The angelic males can with human women... but to have an angelic female have a child.. I have never heard of it." Ilde dropped her hands and explained. Ariadne always knew she was different, and now she knew why. However, she still couldn't wrap her head around this information. Stepping out of the bath, she grabbed a towel and quickly left the room, not caring about the blood.
When she was gone, Ilde sighed and shook her head before looking at the diamond in her hand. Slight pressure between her fingers and the diamond shattered into near dust. This was more complicated than she knew.
** Five years later **
Standing in front of the full length mirror in her mother's chambers, Ariadne turned this way and that, looking at the feathers that all but covered her back in intricate designs. They weren't 'wings' persay, but they were something. There was a scattering of darker feathers that looked as if they ran through an oil slick. Still opalescent, but black. The same black feathers were interwoven into her hair as it laid in twists and braids before falling down her back and over her shoulders. Upon further inspection, much of her hair was feathers.
"Ariadne, I need to tell you something." Came her mother's bell-like voice, Though it sounded as tired as the woman looked. Even though physically, she looked no older than her eighteen-year-old daughter.
A slight crease of her brows, she turned those startling clear-blue eyes up at her mother's reflection in the mirror.
"What is it, mother?" Finally she turned, and the backless dress she wore billowed around her like something alive. Something that had a mind of its own. She moved toward the side of the bed her mother had been in for what seemed to be years. Her skin was darker than her mothers, yet flawless. Sitting on the edge of the chair she often spent days at a time in, she reached and grasped her mother's hand and gently twined her fingers with her mother's.
"I know you can sense it, and I know you expect it.. but I don't think I'll be here much longer. I can feel it." She was dying, slowly. She had been since the moment Ariadne was born. It was her punishment, the excrusiating pain of aging and turning human all at once. Scattered on the bed was the remains of Grace's wings. Some of them were caked with dried blood from being ripped out, some were dull and lifeless. Over the last eighteen years, she had fallen more and more out of grace, hence her name.
Those same tears began welling in Ariadne's eyes, and she had learned to ignore the pain as the diamonds fell from her eyes and before they hit the ground, they shattered into powder. Nodding her head,
"I know. I know.. but I don't want you to."A slight laugh came from Grace before she coughed. Her mother never had a real name, she just adopted that one.
"I know you do not wish this, my child. But it must happen. You're grown and you're so beautiful." The smile that crossed Grace's features was brilliant despite the situation.
"But you are not safe here once I go. As you were told, you should never have been able to be born and there are people who would do anything to make sure you do not repeat the mistake they think I made." Releasing her daughters hand, she rolls away from the girl and reaches across the bed to the nightstand and into the drawer.
"What do you mean?""I mean that once I am gone, I can no longer protect you." Grace had been using what energy she could to sheild Ariadne's existence from everyone outside the home. To them, she was just a normal child. But once she died, those protection spells would no longer work. A letter was pulled out. Two letters, actually.
"I need to go seek out your f.." Grace stopped and sighed.
"A friend of mine, a close friend of mine. He should be able to set in place protections for you, or a place to stay where you will be safe. One of these is a map to the portal that will lead you to him, and the other is a letter you are not to open. Give it to him and if he chooses to explain, he will. But tell him who you are and hopefully he will help you. It's the only thing I can do, my love." Grace would be surprised if she survived the night. Once Ariadne took the letters, Grace grasped her daughter's hands in her own.
"Know that I love you, Ariadne. I always have, and no matter where I go when I leave here.. I will always be with you. And I'm so sorry I kept so much from you. But it is for your own good, trust me in that." A deep sigh and she smiled tiredly up at her daughter.
"You should go quickly, I do not wish you harm."Ariadne couldn't help but cry. She knew her mother had not always been there for her, but in her heart she felt that everything she did, she did for a reason and Ari was thankful for the life she was given.
"I will send word when I arrive, I promise. Please hold on, mother. Please." She brought her mother's hand up and cradled her cheek in it. Ariadne had never been too good with strong emotions and this was rough on her. Standing, she clutched the letters to her chest and bent to place a kiss to Grace's forehead.
"I love you, mother. Know that. And know that I do not blame you for anything. You did what you had to do and I am thankful for what you have been able to give me. I will go, as you wish, but know I will come back for you." She promised before she reluctantly left her mother's side to go and pack her belongings.
"I know you will.. but I will not be here." Grace said in a whisper as she let her head lilt to the side. Her own tears spilled like diamonds onto the pillow. The diamonds did not shatter like her daughters.
Ariadne was not pure, Grace knew that but she could not bring herself to tell her daughter who or what her father was.
* * *
Packing came easy for the girl. Mostly light, flowing gowns. Anything that left her back bare, though through glamour, the feathers and designs were hidden. When everything was together, she stared at it for a moment before sighing. Ilde came in and hugged Ariadne and the girl smiled and hugged back.
"Thank you, Ilde. For everything.""You are welcome, child." She kissed her cheek. Ilde knew that this time would come, and it meant Grace would be gone soon.
"Have a save travels and please keep in touch." Ilde removed the locket from around her neck and placed it around Ariadne's. It had pictures of her and Ariadne, and one of Ariadne and her mother when she was a baby. Reaching up, Ariadne gripped the locket and smiled, hugging Ilde one more time before she gathered what she had and left.
It would be a days walk to the portal listed on the map. The other letter was securely placed in the corset she wore. Reaching up, she brushed the onyx locks from her eyes as she looked around. Upon arriving to the portal, Ariadne looked at it with confusion before she looked down at the paper she held.
She was scared to step through, but finally she did once she opened the portal itself and soon, she was gone and everything would change.
* * *
Grace felt when her daughter passed through the portal to Italy. To Morlis' villa. She knew she should have warned him first, but she could not. The powers that cursed her to die did not know about him. At least not who he was, and she was protecting him as well.
The moment she felt her daughter cross dimentions, her body shook gently and she gripped Ilde's hand as the woman sat at her side.
"Goodbye, my friend. Thank you." A sad smile and Grace took her last breath and went still with her friend and confidante crying at her side.
* * *
Once Ariadne stepped foot on the other side, she stumbled and her hand went to her head as it felt like she would be ill and fall down. Resting against a tree, she waited for it to pass. But she noticed something. The glamour that conceiled her was gone. Her dark skin glowed faintly and the feathers were back in those beautiful designs on her back and over her right shoulder and down her arm. Her hair was in its usual arrangement of twists and braids and trailed well over her shoulders and just past her busy in those feathered waves. She always thought it was strange to have feathers perminately in her hair.
Stepping forward, she let her heeled boots sink into the ground as she walked. She was just on the outskirts of a grand villa and she double checked the map to see if it was where she needed to be. The skirt she wore billowed around her before she continued on and headed for what seemed to be the entrance, not knowing who or what to expect. But if they were a friend of her mother's...
Chewing on her lower lip, she turned those crystalline eyes around. Something felt familiar here, and she wasn't sure what it was exactly. A slight furrow to her brows and she finally made it to the door -- once she found it. Raising her hand, she knocked and hoped.. no, prayed that someone was there and could help her. Feeling lost was something she hated. Being vulnerable at all was unfavorable to the girl.
Little did she know what kind of surprise she was in for.
Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 11:03 am