It had been dawn when a beautiful baby girl was born to a mother. A child of fair skin and raven hair and she called her Aurora. Yes, she named her after the dawn for her daughter was the light in her life.
"I promise my Aurora I will love you forevermore." The mother spoke looking down at her daughter in her arms.
The baby cooed at her mother grabbing up at her. The mother watching her with hope.
2 years later
The mother had been cleaning up the house and knocked a vase over by accident. Cutting her hand a crimson trail bleed down her hand. Running to grab a cloth to cover the wound Aurora began to cry. The mother ran to Aurora's room to find her daughter fussing in her crib. Picking her daughter up a soft, small hand touched her mother's.
She felt a tingling sensation, then the pain vanished.
The mother slowly put the baby down and removed the cloth.
The cut was gone. It had been healed.
The baby began to smile and laugh. The mother looked at the child in fear. Not because of her daughter's abilities but the price those abilities come with.
3 years later
The mother had not even seen her daughter's first steps before they came. They had found them living in a small home above the coast. A mother and a small child. They were here for the child, the healer, the grisha. The mother stood no chance of fighting against the druskelle men. So when the first window shattered she ran to her daughter's room.
"Remember my love I will be with you forevermore." She whispered holding her child one last time.
Then she was dead. Killed by the druskelle as her child was torn from her arms. The child cried for her mother but her mother was gone.
And then so was she.
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FantasyAurora was 3 when she was taken from her mother's arms by the Drüskelle. Living in captivity for years until a certain general of the second army frees her. Atleast that's what she believes. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR AURORA EVERY...
