Eris [a Cresswell fanfic]

"ERIS! ERIS HANG ON!!!" Thorne cried out as his daughter was dragged away forcefully by masked strangers clad in blue. "Daddy! Daddy please don't let them take me!" the eight year old child called out, kicking the figure holding her in the shin. They loosened their grip, leaving Eris an opening to wriggle free. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She was an arms length from her father. Their fingers brushed against each other's, hope sparking in their eyes. But then they fell into reality. The reality where Cress was dead. The reality where Eris was yanked back and dragged away just before she could grasp her fathers hand. The reality, where she was being taken to Luna.

•••Eight Years Before•••
Eris P.O.V.

'Bright.. everything is so .. bright.....' her tiny frame shivered, before she was wrapped in a soft cloth. 'So warm..' she thought, as she felt herself being placed into warm and delicate arms. "I thought babies cried when they were born on earth, Love.." a feminine voice whispered. Eris slowly opened her eyes to look up at the woman, silvery blue eyes gazing up at the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, and the most beautiful woman she ever will see. 'Mommy..?' The child thought. She opened her mouth to try to call out to her, but all that came out was a jumbled mess of baby gibberish. She didn't like that, and upon instinct, began to cry.