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"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic." -Oscar Wilde
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VIENNA PRESCOTT HAD ALWAYS BEEN A BIT 'DIFFERENT'.
Though, at least in her opinion, being different was a not necessarily a bad thing. She had always been more interested in learning and reading books than she had ever been playing with any kind of children's toy.
She didn't know why that was, but she liked it that way.
Vienna grew up in a warm and comforting household, on the outskirts of a small historic town with her parents, and her older brother, Ronan.
Her father had been an archaeologist, with a passion for discovering history that could never be matched by anything, and her mother had been an amazing child psychologist. Her knowledge of the brain, and her expertise when talking to children had been something extremely admirable. And though he was away from home more often than he was there, her father was very much present in Vienna and her brother's upbringing.
Due to the influence of both of her highly intelligent parents, Vienna grew up a well rounded child. Her father taught her the expansive details of whatever historical dig he was doing at the time, and her mother taught her the inner-workings of the brain.
On top of being a well-educated child, very early on in her childhood, Vienna's parents realized that she had an incredible ability to retain anything she was told, anything she heard, or read. This was a rare yet very useful skill that they had noticed in their daughter early on, and they were very impressed to have found out her skill.
Though, at the time, they had no idea just how useful Vienna's skills could actually be.
Vienna had been provided with a happy and carefree childhood full of books, playing outside with her brother, and loving parents. She had a beautiful house, walls adorned with family photos from years passed.
They were a happy family in a happy town, Vienna's parents were very proud.
They had two very smart kids, steady jobs, a nice house, a loving marriage. What more could they possibly ask for?
Everything was seemingly perfect, and maybe it was, until the day of that dig.
When Vienna was only ten years of age, her father was sent on a very special dig, one that only the best of the best archeologists had been invited on.
It was a small yet rare dig site, one full of potentially groundbreaking discoveries.
Luckily, Vienna's father was able to bring his family along to the dig for a weekend when he wasn't on duty.
