The Starless Sea

Prolouge

Britain, 1975/05/24

She looked into the mirror that had been hung so delicately every few seconds as she swept the halls of the Higgins manor, hoping... just hoping that she had been real

That she had been alive, she stared deeply and horribly with a sad look knowing so well that if she looked away just for a split second she would fade

With every last breath, smile and tear and there'd be nothing... no more Ophelia Tresline

Her hand had been placed gently on the mirror, thinking if this had been a dream

And just as it had all begin it ended

The flash of a boy resembling her appearance looked her in the eyes as a whisper spoke by her left ear

"Hide...."

The mirror shattered into pieces falling into her hair and a piece into her hand as she shielded herself

Melody had came running in with worry all over her face but the minute she had seen the expensive glass all over the floor

"What in the name of Thor had happened here!?" Melody had screamed making her British accent flourish out

Her furious eyes landed on Ophelia's tiny body

"Clean this mess up or else you'll have more than just one cut on you body" she said walking away holding her silk dress up with pride

Ophelia knew she had been in trouble but, working here for 2 years she had been use to it

She had picked those glasses up with ease and thrown them into the trash can before pulling the piece of glass out and wrapping it with fabric

After her last sweep, she grabbed her things and left

After six hours of work she was bound for a goods night rest

As she left the front door the streets had been eeriely quiet

Normally there had been fathers coming back from a long days of labor as he worked in the mines

But tonight... nothing

She walked to the direction of her house but stopped with full force turning around

Surely she had heard footsteps - no - or maybe she had been imagining it

Shaking her head she took one quiet step but sopped and turned harshly back

Now she had been positive that she had heard something

Slowly but surely she took the deep fried flower out of her back pack that she so desperately wanted to use to make a fresh loaf of bread of

Grabbing a handful, she stared so contently at the empty space in front of her

What if there was nothing and she had wasted such good flower but without another thought she raised her hand and threw it and it fell lazely to the floor

She had expected it to fall onto an invisible thing and shape as it so that she could guess or even run

Maybe she wanted to see a human

She turned around and decided to run her way home

Reaching home, she had expected warmth and comfort like every other night she came home from a long day of work only to reach the freezing cold air that hadn't hugged her but punched her in the face

She shivered closing the door behind her and started a fire... the only thing that stopped her from banging her head on the coffee side table

'Food' she thought scratching through the empty draws that had only beans

She grabbed a bowl and a cup

Pouring some milk into the cup and dishing the beans into the bowl

She sat down at the crooket table and started eating, she had laid herself down on her bed after cleaning her wound she closed her eyes going back to the events of today

She couldn't help but think about the figure that stood behind the boy, she knew it

Or at least she thought so

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