Adara grows up with a very basic childhood, loving music and dance in the depths of her dark room. Her father and mother give her one very strict rule-to never go outside of their living area by herself. She obeys willingly, respecting the wants of...
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Introduction
Welcome to the world of Isorrpia. This world was created by the Gods. The giver of light Prodotis, and the dark bringer Kalos. Within this world, they created a vast amount of individuals who once lived together on an island. Every day and every night they celebrated their differences, and love was never-ending. Many Gods had ruled with balance and peace throughout the years. There was never one without the other, for one was day and one was night. Until the battle of Abaddon and Matea. A product of a selfish God, where one wanted to destroy all the people of Isorrpia. But the dark bringer would not win, for Abaddon challenged Matea to a duel. The people rejoiced, thinking their lives and land were saved. They looked up at the sky, waiting for the light to spread across the sky. But the unthinkable happened when black ink unfurled across the world-like a bucket of dark paint being spilt. Matae had won. Out of fear and selfishness, the people had split along with the land. Separation would forever reign between the groups, and darkness would continue to seep as long as the God of Kalos was ruling.
11 years ago
She hated this day, more than any other day.
She hated it.
Adara thought her parents would let her live in solitary confinement forever, which she truly didn't mind. She loved her music, her peace of mind. There was a sense about the quiet that she had loved. It was just her, herself, and the stuffed animals-as any child would have for company. Once in a while her parents would accompany her, especially her father.
That was Adaras life and how she wanted to live it.
Possibly the only life she knew how to live.
So when her mother came rushing into her room, telling her to clean up for company, the horror on Adaras face was inexplicable. She always knew her parents had friends, but setting her up with another child was not what she expected.
Her body became sluggish, but short lived with a threatening glance from her mother. Danae meant for Adara to not mess this up, and Adara meant for this new acquaintance to forget about her quickly. She wanted the child to see her as boring or characterless, and tell their parents that they'd rather never meet her again. This would allow Adara to continue her meaningless daydreaming in serenity.
Unfortunately, the biggest problem of them all-She already knew who the child was, or rather knew of their parents. It was her fathers best friend's offspring. And her fathers best friend just so happened to be Velkan.
King Velkan.
"Come here child, and stop your moving." Danae said as she reached one of her strong arms out to pull Adara into her bathing room. She practically placed her onto the vanity cushion, since Adaras body seemed to fail to work.
"Mother, is this necessary? It is just another child as I am," she questioned. Within seconds she knew she shouldn't have spoken. A wave of fiery silence filled the room, and so she tilted her head back as the comb softly pulled through her brown waves.
