Silverlight
The Dark Saviour
A Heart Tinted in Ice
Mommy. Daddy.
I don’t want to be homeschooled. Why can’t I stay in school with my friends?
Because Sylvia, we’ve learned it’s best for you.
Mommy. Daddy.
Why can’t I go to my friend’s birthday party?
Trust us Sylvia, when you’re older you’ll understand.
Mommy! Daddy!
What happened!? There are blood stains on both of ye.
Don’t worry Sylvia, there was a small accident coming home. Go back to bed dear.
Mom! Dad!
My hair! Its gone silver! And my eyes! Why are they red!? Are they bleeding!?
It’s ok Sylvia, there’s something we have to tell you.
Mom.
What you think? Not bad for my first attempt at a jam pie.
It’s not; looks like you’ll be a good cook if you learn.
Thanks! ...you know I’ll never understand why they like blood so much, it’s only ok.
Well Sylvia, that’s what makes us different from them, we’re one of a kind.
Dad.
Come on! There’s no need to hold back on me, you’ve trained me well, I can handle it.
So it seems. Looks like I trained you too well, maybe you’re getting better then your old man.
One more time Dad! And give me everything you’ve got.
Very well Sylvia.
Mom. Dad.
I want to help ye. Please let me go with you.
We’re sorry Sylvia, but we don’t want you to get involved in what we do, we want you to live a normal life.
But you know I can’t! I’m twenty-two years old, and this is what I want to do!
We’re sorry Sylvia...
Mom, Dad,
Mom! Dad!
No!
Mom!! Dad!!
Sylvia opens her eyes, waking from her dream, to stare up at the ceiling of the bedroom. The window was open wide, with the slightly transparent velvet curtains blowing from the wind.
The moon, just new, was dimly lighting the dark room from behind the clouds.
Tiny drops of snow fell silently on the windowsill as they covered the land below in a blanket of white.
She got up from the queen-sized bed and walked over to the window. She stared out, almost in a trance, at the woods that surrounded her and at the outline of the mountains, both of which were covered in snow.
She closed the window, stopping the coldness of the wind from invading the bedroom. Sylvia might as well have been deaf, as there wasn’t a single sound to hear in the house after she closed the window, complete silence, enough to make someone start talking to themselves.
She quietly returned to the bedside and sat on it, picking up a frame from the desk next to it. Inside was a photo with three people in it; a woman, who was sitting down, with a man standing at her side and a child sitting on her lap. All of them were smiling in it.
“Hope you don’t mind, Mom, Dad, but I’m going to sleep in your bed tonight. Just like when I was younger, ok?”
Sylvia kissed the picture before putting it back on the desk, making sure it was turned into the bed. She lifted the clovers and slid inside the bed, resting in the middle. She curled up and faced the photo as she rested. Water filled her eyes as she stared at it, but no tears left them. Taking one final look at it, she closed her eyes, making sure the photo was the last thing she saw, before drifting off to sleep once again.
The sun’s rays broke through the clouds as it just reached above the mountain tops. The light dimly shone inside the window, across the bed where Sylvia had slept, which was now empty.
She was inside the bathroom. Her clothes dropped around the damp tiled floor. Steam drenched the air in the room; the shower shooting water down upon Sylvia. The back of her body was covered in small cuts and bruises, nothing too serious though. But as she turned her left side to face the shooting water, she slid her hand down to her waist, where she felt a cut, still slightly open. As she touched it, blood slowly came from it.
She moved her hand away from it as she adjusted the shower to make the water shift from warm to ice cold. She sat down in the corner of the shower, hugging her knees, and let the water pierce the cut. It strung but it didn’t concern her at all as she watched some of her blood flow down the hole of the shower.
Mom!
You told me the full moon was yesterday!
It was Sylvia, wasn’t it?
No! It’s tonight! And my hair is ruined from trying to dye it! Look at it! It’s white and blonde now!
You still...look nice dear.
No I don’t! It looks like a dripping egg!
At least it’s original Sylvia.
Turning it off, she got out of the shower and wrapped a white towel around her before walking out of the bathroom. She turned left coming out and walked down the corridor; it was filled with ornaments and paintings, but as she got close to the end, the paintings were on the ground, some destroyed completely, among the rubble of some ornaments.
Reaching the end, she came out to a huge room, the main hall of the mansion. It spanned up two floors; Sylvia was standing on the balcony of the second floor of the east wing. The whole room was destroyed; pillars and ornaments now just rubble on the ground, ruining the dark green carpet that stretched from the central stairs to the entrance of the mansion. The banisters of the balcony and the stairs partly destroyed, glass from windows also sprinkled the ground, sparking like diamonds from the glaze of the sun, now directly overhead, shining straight down through the broken glass ceiling. The floor was also left in a mess, with tiles sticking out of the ground, as if cannonballs crashed straight into the ground.
What the...
Mom! Dad!
Where are you!?
Mom! Dad!
What’s happened here...?
...no
No!! No!!!
You!!!
Sylvia walked around the balcony, carefully minding glass or anything else that was on front of her.
As she reached the top of the main stairway, she looked at the wall next to her at a huge wooden frame, with the glass covering it, also broken.
Inside was a sword with a unique design; its cutting side was the same as any high quality sword, but the other side of the sword was designed like a ocean wave, three in fact, which flowed into each other, you could tell from looking that this side of the blade was also attended to cut. Its holder sat next to it, one side half open, to allow for the blade’s unique design. There was a plaque next to it with the word ‘Lucinia’ engraved into it. Next to that blade was a gun and its holster, the gun looked like any normal gun but on both sides at the end of the barrel was the design of a flame sticking out. The name ‘Abyssus’ was engraved into the plaque next to it.
Sylvia looked at the names on other plaques in the case, ‘Messor’ and ‘Noctis’ but there was nothing next to those plaques.
Daddy!
Are these yours? Did you make them?
No Sylvia, these are my great grandfather’s. These have been passed down to each generation of the Craneheart family.
Wow! They look weird though.
Well they will be passed down to you someday.
Really?!
Yes Sylvia, when the time is right.
Sylvia continued towards the west wing and walked down one of the corridors, stopping at a door at the end. She opened it to reveal another bedroom.
This one was smaller then the other but still quite big at the same time. The walls surrounding it were a royal blue and it consisted of a huge wardrobe, a desk, covered in different kinds of make up and jewellery, with a mirror attached to it. Both the desk and wardrobe were both made of very fine oak which was clearly varnished. There was also two lockers as well, made just like the desk and wardrobe. One was standing next to the desk. It was big and had a television sitting on a DVD player and a stereo right next to it. The locker was filled with different DVDs and cds. It faced the bed, which was straight ahead when coming into the room. The locker next to the bed was smaller and had a clock on it, which read two o’clock in the afternoon and a small lamp also. The light shined in through the window on the wall to the left of the door, showing the dust as it flowed in the air.
Sylvia walked over to the wardrobe, and opening it, she took out a black leather jeans and a tight short-sleeved top which was also black. She put these on her before putting on a red sleeveless zipped-top over the other top, both which she tucked into her jeans, and then put on a black leather jacket, long sleeved but came down to her waist. She put a dark brown leather belt around her jeans and put on black leather boots before going over to her desk and taking black fingerless leather gloves off it. She also took a silver chain which had a cross hanging off it, with a ruby craved into it, and put it around her neck. She slid her hands through her straight dark brown hair before throwing it back and letting it fall down to just below her shoulders. She looked up at the mirror at her piercing blue eyes.
Mom!
What do you think?
My, Sylvia, black does seem to be your colour.
You think? I wonder what he’d think. ...I don’t know should I do this Mom.
Don’t worry about Sylvia, it’s your first date, enjoy it.
But, what if...you know, anything happens.
It won’t Sylvia, trust me.
She started to breathe heavier and heavier as she looked but eventually she took one deep breath and let out a sigh. Pausing for a few moments, a look of determination came across her face and she left the room.
Heading back down the corridor, she pushed in a door that was already open somewhat revealing the bedroom which she had slept in. She walked over to the desk with the frame and took a pair of keys from it.
She left and returned to the main hall, standing on front of the case which was broken. She took the blade and its holder, putting it into it, and wrapped it around her back so the handle was sticking out behind her right shoulder. She then took the gun and its holster and put them on the left side of her waist. She walked down the stairway and crossed over the rubble as she headed towards the main door of the mansion. When she came to the door, she picked up a black motorcycle helmet which seemed to have being just dropped on the ground. She started at it and looked back at the hall.
Mom! Dad!
What are you doing? That man, he’s bleeding.
We’ll take care of him Sylvia. We need you to go out and search the area, make sure we weren’t followed.
Followed?
Yes, check around the woods ok. And be careful.
Don’t worry, I’ve got this.
Thank you, Sylvia...
Sylvia’s eyes shut, before reopening them and turning towards the door. Bringing the helmet with her, she opened the door and, stepping outside, she begun to walk down the small flight of steps. The sky had an overcast of grey clouds, stopping the sun from fully shining through. Snow faintly dropped from the clouds, bringing a cold feeling to the heart, typical weather for the middle of winter.
Coming to the bottom, she stepped on a pathway, half covered in snow, and the rest of the land was fully covered in its blanket. She looked at the woods in the distance that surrounded the mansion. Just a few feet from where she stood was a big fountain; the path circled around it before joining back together and continued heading south into the woodland of trees. No water was gushing from the fountain; instead the water was after turning to ice.
Sylvia looked at the fountain before her eyes started to scan down to what looked like two graves on front of it, both with a cross sticking out of each. She walked over and kneeled down on front of them. One of the crosses had the word ‘Mom’ scratched into it while the other had ‘Dad’.
“I’ll make ye proper tombstones when I come back. I promise, Mom, Dad.” Sylvia said as she looked at them.
Standing back up, Sylvia turned around and walked towards a midnight blue painted motorcycle that was parked just to the side of the steps. She got on it and started it with the keys she took. Putting the helmet on her, she rode off down the half covered path that led into the forest in the distance.
