The Last Pillar.

Chapter one: In a new world.

A nobleman and his wife passed by a strange statue for sale. The statue was beautiful in its carving, like the subject was alive and just waiting to wake up. The woman was enamored by the beauty of the statue. The statue looked to be a little girl who had beautiful features and three horns adorning her head, her dress looked ancient and she looked to be adorned with jewels. Her small hands held a mask that resembled her slightly. The man turned to the vendor, "How much for this? It is a gorgeous statue." "Oh that? It is one of a kind. We looked for the origin of it, but we can only assume it is a memorial statue of a some king's beloved daughter with how much care was put into it.," the vendor spoke.

The woman with the nobleman walked to the statue and looked upon the serene face. The baby in her arms opened his eyes and cooed at the statue, his mother smiled, "Do you like her too, Jonathan? She is pretty." Jonathan cooed at the statue and smiled, reaching his little hands towards the pretty figure he and his mother were standing in front of. The nobleman purchased the statue and had it loaded into his carriage. "George, that statue looks like she is alive. If she was, I'd think she would be a sweet little girl.," the woman said with a smile as she held her baby, "Jonathan might even enjoy having a sister."

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'Where am I? Why do I hear voices?,' thought the mind of a scared and lonely child, unable to open her eyes. She was asleep yet not completely, she was somewhat aware of her surroundings. She heard squabbling voices and indistinct chatter. She could not open her eyes or move. She was too weak to do so. She remembered her name and species only so far, most of her mind was asleep.
She heard names. George. Jonathan. Dio. Erina. These were human names. So she was in a human habitation. They must have mistaken her for a statue and was using her for decoration. She could hear faint conversation and conflict outside of her dreams and sleeping mind. Would it be safe to wake up yet? Would she be able to find food if she did? She could hear a voice talk to her every so often, it took a little bit before she learned the language he spoke. He was speaking to her about his life and other things that troubled him.

She felt two lives beside her and the sweet taste of blood splash against her sleeping body. The mask she was holding popped out of her hands and clattered to she floor. The blood that splashed over her skin we giving her energy to wake up along with the blood that woke her mind up before. This accumulated blood was giving her strength to awaken. The girl's limbs cracked as they started to move, no doubt alerting the humans nearby. She tore away from the stone that supported her and fell to the floor, her white dress sprawling around her. The jewelry the small child wore jingled as she stood up and stretched her muscles. Her eyes finally opened to look around this new environment.
It looked to be a human home, the room was as large as a temple room, so these humans had to be of the high status type. She saw two young human males and felt an older human male behind her. Her red eyes leered at the two young humans as she heard the older one speak. "My god.," the man spoke, "The statue was indeed alive."

The girl herself was not very tall, she looked very young but seemed to radiate an aura of strange and ancient power. She had long and wavy plum violet hair and Ruby red eyes offset by what seemed to be blue eyeshadow markings and lines under her eyes. A pair of fangs poked from under her top lip and three silvery horn peered from her hair. Her white dress was trimmed on the skirt with a gold ribbon and a golden belt with dangling straps hung to her waist. Golden chains and beads held jewels to her clothing while gold bracelets adorned her wrists.
"It seems the world has changed in my thousand years slumber. And humans have not changed much.," the girl said as she turned to look up to the man on the second floor of the building who was looking down at the girl with a shocked expression. He had the same blueish hair the young man that was coming behind the girl had, they had to be relatives.

She jumped up and kicked the young man back, landing lightly on her feet as the boy tumbled onto the floor. "I'm not one you want to try to sneak up on, human. It is foolish to approach carelessly." She walked to the mask and picked it up, wiping the blood off of it. The flavor was sweet but there was a deep bitter flavor in the background of the sweetness that balanced the flavor. She sniffed the air. "So, what are your names, humans?," the little girl spoke. Her eyes looked back to the humans, the older human descended the stairs, "My name is George Joestar. These are my sons, Jonathan and Dio." The blond boy picked himself off of the floor with a stagger, his amber eyes looking at the strange creature that had awoken from her slumber. The girl returned the haze with her own ancient ruby eyes. The young man approached her, albeit with more caution than the blueish haired boy did, "My name is Dio Brando. What is your name?" She barely was as tall as his hip. So small.
"(Y/n).," the girl replied as the boy knelt down to her height, "Don't patronize me for being small, I can still make you humans miserable." There was something strange going on in the mind of this Dio, his eyes told her that. He smiled, "Nice to meet you."