CASTOR: The Beginning.

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        ! Days Before The Black Witch Massacre !

       It was prophetic, almost. The birth of a beautiful baby girl under a black moon, the waters of the ocean had been calm, the breeze soft and cool. The small child, left unnamed, cried for her mother. Mirai Blackwood. The daughter of the late Lady Sol and Lord Seraphin, a spiting image of her father- Long, lightly curled raven hair, piercing purple eyes. A single glance down at the child leaves her with a foul glare, one of disgust. The child before her was no better than the beast that is her father. Valor was not a man that she would ever settle with, their agreement was one strictly for power. A few drunken sexual encounters with the man was never meant to go this far, but nonetheless, she was left with the girl. She screams endlessly it seems, the lights around them flicker until one explodes into shards of glass. A piece of it scathes the baby's face, leaving a deep gash. Looking to the midwife afraid in the corner of the room she speaks.

        "Stop it, would you? Make yourself useful." Her tone was spiteful and left the midwife in awe, how could she show so little concern for her own baby? Regardless, she took the child into her arms and cleaned the wound. The stinging of the herbal remedy to ensure it wouldn't be infected made the child scream more but nevertheless she persisted. Once she'd finished she returns the young one to her mother who scowls.

          "I suppose, Im obligated to her?" Mirai questions, the midwife nodding in response. "I don't want it," When the midwife reaches for the baby she is waved off. "Ill rid myself of it. You've already proven to be useless."

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       ! The Day Of The Massacre !

            Mirai looks to the child she'd left in the crib, sick of it still. She'd finally prepared the cloaking spell, the spell that would prevent the child's magical signature from calling her father's attention to her. All that she needed now was the blood of the child. She takes a needle and pricks the child's finger, a droplet of blood pools at the end of it. She drips the blood into the bottle and the once clear liquid turns bright yellow before fading into a baby blue color, matching the baby's eyes. The bottle is then sealed and brought into her vault, the child's magic will be cloaked until that bottle breaks, and it shall never if Mirai has any say in it.

            Once she'd finished, she took the sleeping child and put her into a woven basket lined with cloth. She carried her outside to the nearby river, the Catarina. Something in Mirai made her press a soft kiss to the child's forehead before letting her go. Leaving Mirai to question herself as she watches her first child leave her. Why hadn't she just killed her? She didn't need to put it in the basket, why did she give it a chance to live? A question she'll never be able to truly answer. Just as she turns to leave she is greeted by Valor himself. He stands tall, taller than most human men; to be expected, as he is not one. He is a beast. Yellow eyes that have a soft glow to them, impossibly pale skin. Beautiful black hair that runs just above his hips, currently tied back into a loose pony. He had just awoken from his sleep.

             "We have a kingdom to burn, my dear." His voice was deep, smooth, and so horribly attractive. He offers her a hand that she then takes. A smirk falling upon his face. He guides her away from the river unaware that his only child, the first he'd had in his thousands of years of life, was slowly drifting away from them.
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! Hours later !

       A bloodied soldier runs solely on adrenaline from the city in ruins. Screams from the wreckage behind him fill his ears, smoke filled his lungs, images of the destruction flood his mind, but most importantly the image of her. The Blackwood Witch. With his own eyes he saw her, that knowledge being the only thing that had gotten him out of there alive.

He eventually makes it far enough for the sounds of death to be long gone, resting beside a gentle river. He rests his eyes for a while before a sound startles him to attention. A child crying? He's nowhere near civilization. Why is there a child crying? Unless its a beast coming to tear him to bits, in which case he'd allow it. He watched his people be brutally murdered. Nonetheless, he rises to search for the source of the sound. He's surprised to find a child floating in a basket in the river, it'd been caught up by some rocks. He reaches down to the poor babe, pulling the basket up from the water. A small smile forms on his face as the baby calms down almost instantly in his arms once he picked her up. He looks throughout the basket for a name or anything hinting towards who this child could be. Nothing. Nothing but the pink cloth lining the basket.

"You don't have a name, do you little one? I suppose, I'll call you Catarina." The girls sweet blue eyes seemingly sparkle up at him. The two only have each other now.

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- Seraph