With eyes of molton silvered shades this young child born of a Maniac and a Seer was born into the world of darkness before she ever set foot on into it. Her mother tried her best to raise her whilst dealing with the manic cravings of her father but such was clearly unmeant to be as by the time she was seven both of them were dead leaving her in a world alone. Named Viola for her mother who always loved music and the violin being her favourite.. this young girl who was rumoured to be destined to be a prophert or a seer or to do something great with her life ran and ran hard but became entrapped within the land known as Raethe. Raehte, which was for the most part ruled by the crazy woman Ishtari.. though the far borders had some safety with tropps from bordering lands.. the hub of it all was less then safe.. in fact it was down right deadly.
She was captured within Raethe and sentenced to the mines, for she had been wandering on land that she was not permitted to, well according to the guards. Things grew worse once her parentage was discovered as she was sentenced then to the deepest parts of the mines where the work was hardest due to her strength and power. Many years would pass before she'd manage to escape.
Escape had only grown possible because of the war of Liberation the people from the south had been waging to help those who were trapped and imprisoned, help had come from Caeria, those people who shared the Tower of Moonlight dedicated to the Goddess Selune! There had been help.. and with all of the commotion they had caused she had managed to sneak away breaking her chain and running hard and swift. Not knowing her direction she wound up north east and into the land known as Aranor.
She couldn't remember when she'd last fed, ate.. even had a clean cool glass of water.. and with desperation in her.. a few coins she had scavenged and stole in her escape to Aranor she tried to buy some fruit; she failed. The man said she'd not enough coin and she dropped the coin to him, grasped the peach and tried to run away. Seconds later her hand was on the ground and her screams raped the air in anguish as she laid trembling.
An Elven woman rushed to her aid as the screams were drawing attention the man would soon find he had no wish ot desire for as the woman tried to stop her injuries from bleeding, enwrapping her own shirt about the stump of the small girl as a pohs man dressed in finery walked up.. Crowded people hushed swiftly at his appearance as his cane tapped the ground demanding answers, while the girl laid bleeding and shaking a vial was handed down for the Elven Woman to give her, to help stave off the bleeding.
The woman who was known to few was called 'Ash' and gave the child the vial while rocking her gently, despite her frightening apeparance herself she'd try to protect the little one, while the man who the crowds hushed over whispering. "Marius.. its the King.. oh my.. its Lord Marius.." Would interrogate the man.. his answers were insufficient for lopping off the hand of a small child who only wished something to eat in his eyes and the man was escorted away to be dealt with later. His eyes would then fall to the unknown to him Elven Woman as he'd ask for the child. Ash soaked in blood would stand gently offering the child as well as her hand up to him.. wrapping both tightly for protection before handing them over.
Marius would bow his head and zip off in a flash, the King of Aranor being Kindred. If the child would be saved by him it would be so. Rushing her to His keep he hurriedly worked within his vampiric talents to save her and her hand. Some time would passs before she awoke.. and the good King would offer her a place to stay.. and while at the present time.. things are going a bit.. well difficult for the Man who can not get Viola to call him anything but 'Your Highness' She does have a place to live that will keep her safe... for now...