Saga: School of Witchcraft and Wizadry

Chapter 0.5

Chapter 0.5

 

 The young girl clung to her father in the airport. She was a tiny child, with milky white skin and long black hair. Her sliver-blue eye were overflowing with tears, and her arms were wrapped around her father's legs. People around the two were staring, and some were getting teary-eyed just watching the scene unfold.

 "Daddy don't go!" The five year old cried, squeezing his legs.

 "Come on Aree (Ah-ree)," The father pleaded, "It's just for a few days!" He tried to pull her arms off of him so he wouldn't miss his flight. "Mommy's staying home with you," He said, "I bet if you ask, she'll take you for ice cream." He tried to cokes her off him, and he shot a pleading look at his wife, who was recording the two.

 "If you go, you'll never come back!" The little girl sobbed, looking up at her father. He looked into his duaghter's eyes, and saw something he's never seen before. The girl's eyes were filled with absolute terror, and a nagging thought crossed his mine.

 Did she inherit it?

His eyes met his wife's, and she shook her head. They had said it wasn't possible, so she couldn't know. The father bent down and hugged the girl.

 "I'll be back in three days Aree," He said, "I promise nothing will happen to me." The girl still looked terrified, but let go of his legs. "I love you," He said, kissing her forehead.

 "Love you too, Daddy," The girl whispered, kissing her father cheek. Her mother came and picked up the little girl.

 "Stay safe Arthur," She whispered, kissing him, then locked eyes with him. He nodded and hugged her quickly. He told them goodbye once more, and ran to catch his flight.

 Over the next few weeks, that little girl-Ariella-didn't understand what was happening. She was only 5, so how could she? All she was aware of was the fact that policemen came and that Mommy cried. Daddy never came home, and she had to stand before a closed coffin and say goodbye again. She didn't understand death yet, all she knew was that she was right, and Daddy never came home.

 That little five year old grew up, and slowly, her life began to change. Her mother, once loving and mature, was now irresponsible and a workaholic. She stopped cooking and cleaning, and didn't do laundry for weeks on end. There was never food in the house and her mother became consumed in her work.

 So it all fell on the shoulder's of little Ariella. She was the one who had to get the food and do the chores around the house. She had to lock away her emotions, and make sure that her mother was taken care of.

 That is were our story starts. 7 years after the accident that stole her father's life, right around her 12th birthday.