Maybe she didnt know what it was like to be normal, after all Saeva was only six, about to be seven. She locked away in a room, and all were afraid of her.
It was 7 years later did a string of peace occure.
"te simula et sororis tuae ex te erunt, si facere non caveam.
pretend you are your sister, they will not let you out of your cage if you do not."
Saeva looked up from her desolate state, always sitting by the door, never touching anything.
Her room had been destroyed in her past rages, the toys no longer shinned and most of them had been destroyed. The room no longer pink, but dirt colored with blood staines from when she hurt herself or was hurt.
Saevas knew her fathers always stood outside the door weeping, but she had decided to never speak in the tounge of the new, it hurt her too much but no one understood her. No one but the old gods.
The old gods completed her, always there to comfort her. They were her friends and her theirs. But obeying her gods, she began to sing.
"Old days anew, im sory if ive broken you,
sleep my darling,
dont stay up too,
my heart aches for you,
but i know this is true.
Ill see you again one day,
but sleep my child till the old day is anew."
Papa looked up from where he was sitting on the floor. It was a familiar tune, all knew it, but it was impossible for his daughter to know it. It was her mothers song, the song she sang when she died from child birth.
"Its imppossible..." he whispered to himself. Papa stood up and rushed to the door, opening it so quickly he was out of breath before he finally got the door unlocked.
"Cor?!" he gasped "My daughter?!"
Saeva was sitting inthe chair by her desk, the first time in seven long years, you could see the dust scraped off and pushed onto the floor. Saeva sat their brushing her hair, humming the song of her mother.
"Papa! que es?"
tears came to papas eyes,
"my daughter! my beautiful daughter!!" he walked up and huged Saeva in a tight hug.
"you are free!!"
The day resumed beautifully, papa had a party and invited all the family to celebrate Cor's resurection into the world.
They were so happy.
A short lived happiness.
"nomen perperam a me omnes, opinor male uiuere contritionem cordis mei." Saeva sobbed "they all call me by the wrong name, i guess ill have to live with this misery in my heart."
and for 5 loong, yet short years, Saeva lived as Cor.
On the eve of her ninteenth birthday, the gods began to whisper in her ear again.
"Aliquam Saeva Conlilia."
"it is time"
All of Saevas broken memories of her father beating her seemed to make her only stronger. She did not flinch when people tried to bully her nor did she not fight back. An anger boiled within this girl, at the first signs of irritation she would jump a victim who was either the one irritating her or was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time. It was something fearful. Some people feared her to no measure, but there were others who admired her for it. These people, her "friends" were also the same. Cruel and cold, yet loving and kind.
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Saeva, deam veteres. "The Goddess Of Old"
Kısa Hikayea child born of the old religion. Saeva Consilia, has to live her life in an abusive house hold. her father believe Saeva is possessed by a demon of the old religion and the only way to free her is to cleanse her corrupted soul by brutally starving...