Ivory.

Chapter One - Supernova

          It was year 834, and a baby girl was born on a fall evening. She was born under a woman named Lucia Lovelace. A semi-famous singer and piano player for the Tybur family.

          In the delivery room, stood only her doctor. The father? Chances were, he didn't even know he was one.

          "Ivory." Lucia smiled, and glided her fingers over her newborns soft dirty-blonde curly hair. "Like the keys on a piano..." Lucia began to tap the tips of her fingers on Ivory's stomach— earning a giggle from her baby.

         "Clever." The doctor smiled. She walked over to the curtains and pushed them open- revealing the soft glow of the sunset amongst their faces. "It's a pretty name." She walked over to the mother and daughter now- peering over Lucia's shoulder— examining Ivory and her features. She let out a soft and satisfied sigh. "Oh wow, what a beautiful girl."

         Lucia smiled wider than she already was, taking her time to gaze upon her newborns features. From her sharp nose, to her long lashes and curly hair.

          The doctor leaned further down, whispering, "She's a lucky one. I've only delivered a handful of babies with beauty marks in my career."

          "No, I'm the lucky one." Lucia leaned down, planting a kiss on Ivory's forehead. She looked down at her newborn, her mind going from basic love to something more calculated. You see, Lucia had this vision in her head. Since she was a child, she lived for the stage, the fame, and the glamour. Now that she's achieved her goal of becoming someone in that sphere— what would make her life even better?

          "One day, Ivory will take over my career, carry on my legacy." Lucia looked down at Ivory with a newfound inspiration. "What would be more perfect for such a beautiful woman-to-be?" Lucia held Ivory in the air now, gazing up at her as she began to softly coo. "You're going to be a star one day..."

—

          That perfect life for Lucia- would have been too good to miss. The fact that Lucia was able to create such a beautiful life, and a beautiful girl- it was a sign she could do more.

          Over the years, Lucia slowly but surely introduced Ivory to her world. The glamorous gowns she wore would brighten Ivory's eyes. The fame made Ivory curious— and most importantly, when Lucia would perform on stage, she'd look down to see Ivory watching her. A sense of proudness filled Lucia when she met her daughters in awe gaze. Out of all the fame she received— Ivory's view on her mattered the most to Lucia. It's something that always inspired Lucia. Her daughter, her muse, her soon-to-be prodigy.

          After a show, she'd ignore the people trying to talk to her. She'd make her way over to Ivory, who waited for her to walk off stage. Once Lucia made it down to her daughter, she'd give her a big hug. Ivory always returned them with a tight squeeze, telling her mother how pretty she was on stage. Lucia lived for these moments. But, she got lost in something more important to her. She spun Ivory around, making her look at the stage she had just walked down from.

          "One day, my pretty girl, you'll be on that very stage. You'll be introduced as a 'Lovelace' and the crowd will love you."

          While the look on Lucia's face showed admiration, the feeling Ivory had wasn't as blissful. Ivory was too young to understand why she wasn't attached to this dream— so she asked her mother a question. "What if I want to do something else?"

           Lucia's smile faded, and her fantasy began to shake. In that moment, she realized how much she hated that feeling. Lucia chose to ignore her daughter for now, not wanting the feeling to consume her. She stood up straight now, and grabbed Ivory's hand. "Come on, I've got some fans to meet."

—

          Once Ivory reached the age of six years old, she was put on piano lessons. It was a slow start, but she began to sing and play quite well. Eventually, she was able to play one song without any mistakes.

          On some evenings, Ivory would happily play, because she was playing for only her mother. She adored the way her mother's beaded dress flew with her swaying dance—a wine glass in her hand as she smiled. After the song was finished, her mother would run to her, and kiss her cheek repeatedly. "You did such a wonderful job, my daughter."

          For a brief time, Ivory and her mother truly loved each other. Not only was there love, but admiration and respect. However, it became clear that the person Lucia loved, was just her perception and hope of who Ivory was.

          In reality, Ivory grew up taking in the world differently. So different, that it would change everything.

(A/N: I understand the chapters are currently short. Don't worry, eventually they'll get up to speed. Until then, please enjoy. Thank you. -Milk)