11 years ago. . .
The city of Neonilia was always a peaceful place. From the gorgeous architecture to the bustling, joyful crowds, it was a place of great interest and it was truly a place you would want to call home.
The nights were the most beautiful; the neon lights would shower over Neonilia like nothing you've ever seen before.
The lights would shine each and every way. No one had a care in the world. But this was before the incident. The people fought back, torches and pitchforks igniting the starry night sky.
The neon lights went out. There were riots. The whole city was set in flames.
No matter what the people did, or what her own did, Diana Thinita refused to murder her own daughter.
The people were convinced this kid was sent from Satan. She clearly wasn't human in their eyes.
Nothing shook Diana though. Nothing could stop her from loving and caring for her daughter; even if she were a demon.
Diana had already lost her husband, and her daughter was the last reminisce she had of him.
So the riots, the weapons, the threats, the horror. . . nothing could even tap her love for her child.
Her husband had died in a battle; a battle for Neonilia. Diana wasn't going to give up her daughter anytime soon; much less kill her.
So, like any loving mother would, Diana hid herself and her child away in a secluded spot of Neonilia.
But you must remember something; as time goes by, people change.
Even the most loving mother could be filled to the brim with hatred.
Diana's eyes were opened in the worst way possible once her child turned 3. She realized that her daughter was a true danger. . . a true demon. She replayed each and every interaction.
There was something unholy about this kid, and Diana realized this. She began hating her daughter more than anything in the world.
Diana would stand at the foot of her daughter's bed knife in hand. It took her a second, but she thought up a solution.
She probably spent about 100k on long-lasting food. She then took all of the boxes full of food and drinks and filled up her daughter's room with them.
Diana bought several different locks; she put them on her daughters door and threw away the keys.
Diana saw this as the best option. She then ran away from Neonilia.
No one quite knows what happened to the lady. Diana clearly thought that her daughter wasn't sentient or something, because the cruelty of the whole thing was extra.
Neonilia was never the same after the birth of that one girl.
Everyone lived in fear. The air was always thick. Reminisces of the city being set in flames were still layed out everywhere.
The neon lights were shut off permanently.
The city became a ghost town. Instead of being a place of serenity, it was believed that Satan lived there.
How else was that demon of a child born?
The Neonilians who did stay always lived in constant and fear and terror.
No one was happy. And poor Diana's child?. . . She was shattered.
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Hidden Hero
General FictionEmber is a young 11 year-old female who grew up in a locked-up room in the alleyway of a city named Neonilia. Her mother left her at the age of 3, and her father died just barely after she was born. When she was just a mere baby her mother was force...
