Into the Abyss

Chapter 2 (Growing Pains)

A year later had Celeste pressed nose to nose against the vanity in her parent's bedroom. Now able to see without that awfully annoying blurred vision she could make out the alien face staring back at her. Gone was the healthy tan of her past bodies skin, instead replaced with pale, translucent skin. Golden blonde locks that had once framed her heart shaped face were now replaced with pale almost silvery blonde strands akin to her pretty mama's. She had often thought her brown eyes were her best feature, but staring back at steel grey, well Celeste knew that she had a new favourite past time.

The girl poked gingerly at her reflection, half expecting the tiny frame staring back at her to dwindle away. Instead her grey eyes stared in awe as small palms cupped her cheeks, still soft with puppy fat. There was one word which swam through the mind of the teenager turned toddler 'cute' Celeste thought to herself as she continued with her examinations of her new face. The form of her mama came into view, the woman cradling the small form of her baby brother against her chest.

"You look so pretty, Celeste" Pretty mama cooed. The blonde felt her cheeks redden and quickly covered her heated face with her hands. "Mama's pretty" she ground out stubbornly. Her new mother truly was pretty, Celeste was certain that her pretty mama's ethereal appearance would have attracted a lot of attention back on Earthland.

Her pretty mama giggled, "And what about your little brother, what's he?" pretty mama asked as she absently rocked the baby in her arms.

Celeste tapped a finger against her chin, she stood on her tip toes as her pretty mama gently lowered the babe to allow her to see and appease their little game. The blonde hummed in thought as her lips formed a thin line. Her baby brother shared a similar appearance to her, pale skin, grey eyes and platinum hair. He was a cute little thing, but he was very loud. But most babies were.

A loud crash sounded out; instantly pretty mama stiffened. Celeste was pushed to the side as the floppy eared creature now with Draco in his arms ushered the two children away. Pretty mama made an image of determination as she pulled a thin piece of wood from within her robes and slowly left the room.

Ignoring the stammered protests from the floppy eared creature, Celeste crept after pretty mama. Her bare feet padded against the cold floor, her back pressed hard against the wall and her tiny body shrouded in shadows. She stopped in silence at the top of the staircase, wide eyes drinking in the sight of her pretty mama crouched over the form of her father on the ground. He looked battered, his hair a mess and robes torn, but what surprised Celeste the most was the way he launched himself into her pretty mama's arms and clung to her tightly.

Things were somewhat strange after that. For one, father seemed a lot calmer, and though his presence wavered on the first few months of Celeste's new life, he was always around for her new brother's. But her pretty mama, she would cast worried looks out of manor's windows and would spend any spare moment walking the halls, wand in tow and muttering words Celeste didn't quite understand.

The teenager turned toddler stood transfixed as her pretty mama rocked her fussy brother in her arms, her father stalked in the words 'safe' and 'dark lord' falling from his lips, but it seemed that whatever words were spoken fell onto death ears. Her mama still looked terrified. As the blonde sat in her room late that night, unable to sleep as she stared up at the emerald drapes hanging from her large four poster bed, she mulled over the words her father had said. Her mind went into overdrive, thinking about the implication of her father's words and as Lucy tried to piece together the mystery behind it all she came to a sudden conclusion. Her pretty mama was afraid. Afraid of this dark lord. Little did Celeste know that she should be too.

As the years pass, her curiosity about this new world grows, with her tiny body finally co-operating with her, her parents deem her ready to receive more advanced tutoring. Of course, this has something to do with her memories from Earthland swimming through her mind and aiding her with her education. Sometimes Celeste finds herself almost slipping back into Japanese, cleverly, the girl brushes it odd as something she had picked up from the manors vast collection. Her parents say little but her pretty mama seems impressed at her ability to soak up information like a sponge.