Rewrite of "Daughter of Time" the last child of Gallifrey the only child survivor.
Long ago the four nations lived in harmony ..Everything changed when the fire nation attacked... That's how the story goes...right? Wrong.
The magical world doesn't often have those who have ...deformities. Especially those with "pureblood" there are very few things I remember about before ..a flash of green light a shrill scream... agonizing pain ...then nothing.
Kai be safe Be strong Mommy loves you Daddy loves you NOOOOOOOOOOOOO ............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................(REWRITE)
I knew right away something was ...different about me. Everyone else had or at least knew of their parents. Me? Apparently I appeared one night no note or explanation. Such is the life of an orphan in the fire nation.
Laughter fades Lights of war ships blink endlessly in the sky ...Screams of children ring through the air Lives shattering like glass Drums the never ending drums...
On June 5th 1984 a small child was recovered from one of the Black family cottages. She was found in a search for dark artifacts. She was then sent to Azkaban prison as a ward of the ministry a daughter of two of the dark lords inner circle someone must pay for the crimes of the parents.
This is a rewritten version of my original story. Based on characters from JK Rowling's Harry Potter Verse and BBC Merlin and possibly others. Lyra Black has lived with Kreacher all her life ...Kreacher cared for her as she cared for him. They figured out how to stay hidden and Lyra was tutored just as she would've been if she had her parents. But she doesn't ....both of her parents are gone.
It was the darkest day of the year ....bloodcurdling screams are heard echoing against the stone walls of a magical prison a small child is quickly removed from the darkness of the cell and smuggled from the prison to a boat and finally to the brightness of day.
My best friend is my brother. Harry. That's his name not "freak" or "boy" yet that is what he's called. Me on the other hand I'm called "girl" or "freak" or anything else my dear aunt and uncle take a liking to. Harry and I share the cupboard under the stairs. There are three rules Don't ask questions Always obey You are worthless and deserve nothing. I've been told those three things my entire life.
A small girl tosses a ball made from fabric scraps towards the ceiling Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft Pfft pfft pfft pfft .........The lights turn on and off at the same time everyday. There is no window in the room. Occasionally there's a voice heard through a vent ... asking endless questions...there's a leak in the ceiling and the water drips down the wall slowly Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Drip drop drip drop Chains rattle at the girls wrists as she moves
She is all alone in the world. Daughter of Magic and Lady of Time named for the Lady of the lake protector of Albion and Excalibur ...who does not know of her heritage ...what will happen? Read on to find out....Yes it's a picture of a cat as a place holder until I can make a cover. His name is Theo and he's amazing by the way. I do not own trademarked characters only the ones I create I am only a story teller who likes to play
60 seconds in a minute...60 minutes in an hour ...24 hours in a day. The sun rises and falls before the moon makes her ascent ...every day time ticks on ...and on. Whether it is in darkness or light time continues it is constant and ever lasting....unyielding. The Queen's ice palace is especially cold today. I was captured at a young age so I do not remember my family. Only her. She demands total obedience ...
There's a plaque on the door it simply says 394Nothing else to identify the young girl within the walls of the room. Years ago a boy named Tom Riddle became well known and the children at the orphanage and facility for mentally unstable children a secure facility gated ....a tall iron fence on top of a mountain with water on three sides. When it became apparent the girl known as 394 showed signs similar to the boy she was quickly isolated...separated from the other children kept from outings made to do chores ...alone. Other children stayed in dorms of two while she remained alone.
I've lived here my entire life. It is hard to remember a time before. What the sun feels like on my face..the rain dripping I can only imagine what it would be to experience it ...
They tell me the things I know to be true are false. Impossible even. Things I've seen with my own eyes. How can it be that I know that magic is real and dragons and unicorns are indeed real creatures. As are Dalecks and Cybermen alike. I have an old photograph of a man wearing a long coat.
I never understood my place in this world. I have always been alone. Odd things happen around me and I can hear things ...animals they speak a language I can understand. It all began when I noticed two girls running with a broomstick. They ran and then mounted the broomstick and miraculously began to fly into the air.....
I have lived many lives. I can remember a kingdom a peaceful kingdom and many brothers and sisters. I can also remember the night it all went up in flames.
I have only my name. I'm told I was dropped off at the orphanage I live at not long after I was born. I've lived here for nine years the house mother isolates me and I don't know why. Oh well. The serpents in the garden are good to talk to.
Harry Potter was two years old when Tom Riddle finally found the Potters in Godric's Hollow and went into their home and murdered Lily and James Potter. But he didn't know the entire prophecy. He only knew of ONE child destined to defeat him when in reality nestled next to Harry is a small girl not even a year old dark hair that is beginning to lighten deep green eyes that opened wide when the green light sought to hit her brother. A shield like light comes from her then the curse hits burning her eyes marking Harry leaving Lily Potter dead and the dark lord nothing but vapor. The young babe holds her brothers hand and begins to cry. Harry holds onto his little sister not completely understanding what just happened. He holds her as they're put in a passenger car of a flying bike. He holds her as they're put into a cupboard. He holds her after she's beaten because she can't see good enough to paint the fence. She holds him after the sixth day they haven't eaten. She hands him berries she found while leaving during the day when Harry begins to go to school. He grins at her and one day he brings her the tape player and a stack of books to read. A pencil and a blank book to draw in. He finds a pair of sunglasses to protect her eyes. He reassures her when Dudley breaks them. They are each others world. Brother and sister. Nothing but two freaks. They will always be freaks. Nothing can change this. There won't be a fairy godmother to come and save them. Magic does NOT exist. This is a fact they have come to accept they are reminded of this whenever something strange happens and something weird always happens. That's why they're freaks. Girl....boy ...freak and freak.
I've lived at the public house for girls as long as I can remember. Apparently I had been left on the steps wrapped in a cloak and a necklace around my neck. That's how I know my name Arianna Prince. The cloak and necklace are my only clues as to who I am...or was.