𝕬𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝕷𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖞 - [𝗞𝗮𝘇 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗸𝗲𝗿]

𝐨. 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘺

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 - anomaly

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 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 silent when they arrived. The children hid themselves away in their rooms, the maids and keepers of the house made themselves seem far busier than they were, avoiding the study at any and all costs.

 A single elderly woman waited by Aleksa's side, the permanent scowl that was etched into her colourless skin seemed to dig even further into her features today; she hobbled back and forth across the room, pausing here and there to mumble and mutter to herself, small looks of both terror and irritation were thrown towards Aleksa who had jumped onto the desk, swinging her legs back and forth.

 Aleksa was young, very young; her doll-like face resembled that of some of the children's toys; thick black eyelashes framed her blue eyes, brushing against her high cheekbones with every blink.

 She was scared. But she didn't show it; for she had endured the children's bullying, their taunts, and their venomous actions all her life, she couldn't afford to be scared now. For it was the General she was to face.

 She had seen other children be tested, a small cut to the arm would alert the Grisha's whether the children carried any power inside of their veins, but it was never General Kirigan carrying out such a task.

 The lady who had watched Aleksa summon the shadows had swiftly scribbled words onto parchment, describing the young girl and what she could do; isolated, she called Aleksa, unable to bond with others.

 It was all true. Aleksa had a certain charm to her, or perhaps witt was a better way to describe it; she could flutter her lashes and the Lord who visited every few months would gladly bundle her with toys and flowers, but even despite the certain allure she held, she still hid away.

 She was a child without friends, not a single bond had been made in the years she had grown within the household; it wasn't normal.

 Even now, Aleksa sat looking as though she hadn't a care in the world, when in fact, her fingers were trembling at the mere thought of coming face to face with the General. They all heard news of the war, the fights that continued on no matter what, and they had all heard of the power the General possessed.

 She shouldn't be scared, they were the same.

 It was sunny. Streaks of sunlight burst through the glass window, painting the floor. The beams collided with the glass trinkets that decorated the room, causing a flood of rainbows to dust Aleksa's skin. She traced them with a single finger before her head finally snapped up as the door to the room opened.

 Two men dressed in red Kefta entered first; heart renders.

 They were followed by a woman in blue, silver embroidery covering her chest, whilst the man that followed behind her had red adorning his; a squaller and an inferni.