The world almost seemed to be coming to an end to the young child held tightly within the confines of her mothers arms. Fire engulfed the place she once called home. Her mother screamed before choking on the vile smoke. She looked down upon the tiny girl in her arms. "Eci bretre hibra ni mah... El libra... My daughter..."
The girl watched as her mother fell to the floor, her eyes rolled up into her head. Hopelessly sheshook her mother. "Momma? Momma...? Momma!?" A loud crash next to her alertered her that the rafters were colapsing. 'This is it... This is my grave...' She closed her eyes and nudged her way under her mothes limp arm and closed her eyes, only faintly aware that she was moving, cool moist air on her face.
Heaven? No. She opened her eyes to meet deep red orbs staring back, black swirling within their deep depths.
"Your awake." A soft british accent said. "Thought you might have decided to fade off... guess master was right. So whats your name little one?"
"...Merci... ma'am... my names Merci... wheres my mum?" She asked the stranger. Now that she could see she realized the girl was no more than 16, and short, with dark spiky black hair. Her pale skin almost seemed to glow.
"Your mum? She is in a better place, she said before she left this world your her only love, and to stay alive. So im making sure you stay alive." Merci felt something hot trickle down her cheek. Momma's dead... gone...
"Ma'a-" Merci was cut off my a cough from the stranger. "Im Ariayous, Ariayous Brigh." Merci then found herself upon a soft warm blanket. "Now if you need anything just yell, I need to go to my master and tell her your here or im gong to lose another life or two"