The Daughter of Night

1:The Journey Begins

The story is written from Nella's point of view. 

Nella has not exactly straight, not curly, not wavy, something in between of them black hair with a little bit of dark blue in the edge. Black eyes with some stripes of sliver. 

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It was another day at school. Boring. Why can't I go to a school like Hogwarts? Yeah, sure it is fiction, but why can't magic exist? Also, who cares if it exists? The 'muggles' don't need to know, do they?

I was sitting in the back row in my history class, looking out of the window, thinking.

'Miss Asteria?' asked the teacher.

I looked at her, 'Yes?' I said in a bored voice.

'What is the answer to question -' the teacher began asking.

'Q 3? The second one. 1936.' I replied.

'Good,' said the teacher nodding. I went back to my thoughts.

The teacher began giving her boring lectures. I was half-listening to her, half drowning in my thoughts.

'So, for homework, make sure you read the chapter thoroughly.' the teacher said at the end of the class. I groaned, every teacher says this at the end of every class. Though I would never do it, what do you expect? I am a rule breaker. But still the know-it-all.

The bell rang.

I walked out of the class. I need a break from the white color. I don't know why, I always hated bright colors. The corridor was grey, so I went there. It was much better. It was close to black. Purple and black - My favorite colors.

I sighed as I knew I needed to go to class. I checked my routine. English. I had English class now. I turned back from my short stroll in the corridor and went to class. As I pushed open the door, the teacher asked me where I was. I lied that I was in the washroom. The teacher nodded and told me take my seat.

I listened as the teacher explained the story. We were supposed to read it and answer all her questions. I nodded.

School is boring.

School was over finally. I was at home, sitting by my bedroom window. Watching the outside.

'Nella, come down!' My father called.

'Yes, father?' I asked going down the stairs.

'There is going to be a thunderstorm today, got it?' asked my father.

'Uh, yes? Why do I need to know that?' I asked, confused.

'You - you'll know soon enough.' said my father and walked out, leaving me really confused, then he shouted from the door, 'Oh, and Nel, please don't stay awake till late night, you need sleep.'

He walked out. My father was an astronomer. He often stayed up all night to catch a glimpse of new stars and galaxies or to study the night sky.

I was feeling really confused. I wish I had mother. Father told me that mum left shortly after I was born. He thinks that she is dead.

I took a deep breath. No matter how much I wish, it won't come true. It's close to impossible, isn't it?

I didn't have the appetite to eat anything, so I decided to not eat anything. I could make up something when father comes home, couldn't I?

I have been studying new languages for the past two years. I am fluent in 7 different languages. It took a bit of practice. As I didn't have anything to do, I decided to go upstairs and read my books. I had 28 books left excluding the one I am reading now.

After one hour and a half, I threw my book at the window [Luckily the window was closed so the book didn't fall down]. My favorite character died. Why? I cursed as I cried. I screamed curses at the author. I can't decide: is he my favorite author or my most hated author?

After an hour, I calmed down. I was still weeping, but I guess it was of no use. I decided to put loud music and draw.

I didn't realize the time had flown so quick. It was 1 minute to midnight! I know I should feel sleepy, but night is the time I am really awake. I am like a bat - sleepy at day but awake at night. Yeah, people call me crazy because of it. But - who cares what people think of me? Not me.

I opened the window and looked out. The night sky looked so - I don't know - inviting? Home? Yeah, something like that. I stayed like that for a moment. I don't know why, I could see at night like it was day. The night and day had no difference to me, except, day is brighter with more light, night is darker with less of it.

I started to think about all the things that had ever happened to me: Someone tried to kidnapped me when I was three. The kidnapper disappeared when he was close to getting caught. There were a lot of men behind me for like a whole year. When I was 4, something appeared right in front of me and tried to do something. Idk, I don't know what. When I was 5, night creatures sometimes talked to me. I know it's impossible, but they still do! When I was 7, I was wishing I had a dagger as black as the night, looking at the shadows, I saw one! That is impossible, right? The next day, the dagger disappeared!

I wish I knew that it was real. I know I touched the dagger. I know I still hear whispers. Why is my life so - I don't even know what word to use!

There came an owl. 'Hello -' whatever she (Don't ask me how I know it is a she) was going to say, drowned as there was a loud noise downstairs. It was like someone had broken the door down!