Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
(!!TW!! This chapter has mention of death, blood, violence, knifes and some more upsetting topics)
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Odette Viotto-
Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.
-Mark Z. Danielwski
His words hit the girl hard, never had she admitted to doing such a heinous act.
Her mind flew back to the horrendous day on the battlefield at Hogwarts, death reeked in the air and bodies scattered the scenery.
Her hand was drenched in blood, gripping the cold hilt of her precious piece of weaponry, the loud thump of a man falling at her feet.
Power surged through her body in blazing heat, she stumbled back onto her hands- her chest heaved in hurried, concerned breaths as all she saw was a blinding white light.
What is happening?,she questioned herself, holding her head as a deafening wringing penetrated her ears, what is this intense surge of energy?
People stared, all thinking the same thought- murder had obliterated her mind, had purloined her innocence and sanity.
Their cruel insinuations were only that, insinuations.
The power that coursed through her veins was not her lucidity trying to elude from her body, it was not her innocent fading away- it was the surging vitality of her soul splitting, traveling through every vein and artery, heading straight for the tips of her fingers, passing into the ancient metal of the argent dagger she just took a life with.
A small piece of her not-so-innocent soul passed onto that blade, it held great significance to her, given to her by her father from a young age- a small memory of man no longer walking the earth.
Now it was the undeclared item that provided the only living Viotto girl with limited immortality, a power only she was aware of.
But now, she had accidentally shared this intensely private information with a boy she merely trusted with a paper clip.
He stared at her in astonishment and worry, the words hung in the air after they passed his lips- had she heard him right? maybe he didn't actually assume the true reasoning.
"Did... did you?" he repeated.
"Did I what?" Odette famed innocence, though she knew he could see right through her false façade.
