3 The First Awakened Power

It wasn't long before Lee realized that something was wrong. Her once large adult hands with cleanly cut nails were transformed into small greyish looking childlike palms, her previous short, black as night hair was transformed into long, blood red locks that nearly reached her toes; not to mention her attire.

The body she was in was of a 7-year-old child, not the 20-year-old she once was. The first thing she noticed was that the location she had woken up in was not the hospital room she was used to. This place was cave-like and gravity ridden. The second thing was that although she had woken up here and it had been hours, she did not feel any need for food or water. When Lee had first woken up, she had been in a state of deep confusion and fear. Not only could she not breath in this airless hole, but she also couldn't speak or make any sound at all, which caused her to claw mercilessly at her throat; trying, unsuccessfully to make sense of her condition, and after hours; precisely 32 hours and 28 minutes, she finally calmed herself down through deep rhythmic breaths taught to her by her grandmother.

Now 96 hours later after waking up, Lee was bored, bored out of her mind because unlike her, the huge hospital room she was used to was filled with trinkets she had built and thousands of books she had read hundreds of times. This hold she was put in had nothing but dirt and a strong green cloured rock. This left Lee with nothing to do but think, and think and think, until finally, something happened.

Deep within her mind, an image started to form. The clearer it got the harder her head hurt, and as the image grew in size her whole body started to tremble in pain. Then like a whip, a memory formed. The memory put her in the body of an older woman as she looked into a mirror. The woman had a kind face, kind eyes and a small button nose matching her small pink rose lips. This woman reminded Lee of her own grandmother.

The woman's name was Vivian, Vivian Greycloud. She was born and raised in a large family of 12, excluding her parents who died when she was only 10 years old. Vivian then became the sole parental figure for her twelve younger siblings and took care of them until she was in her thirty's, sacrificing her education, her money, as well as her future so she could give her siblings a future of their own. At the age of 35, she finally got a stroke of good luck; attracting the eye of a lord who grew fond of her kind-hearted nature and her beauty. This caused her to leave her family with the burden being passed from her to the second youngest, freeing her of it and leaving her smiling.

This lord married Vivian promising to give her a life full of love and luxury; and at first, his promise was fulfilled. Vivian had everything she could ever dream of, a husband who adored her, a house with no leaking roofs, and she didn't have to give her share of food, for there was enough food for her to eat and more...but gradually this bright dream-like life grew dimmer and dimmer.

Her husband's wondering eye took a liking to other women of high beauty than her, and he gradually forgot about his wife. Her house became a lonely castle on top of a hill with only her as it's occupant. Her husband's neglect of her extended out to her siblings in another city where Vivian couldn't reach. It was a stormy day when the letter carrier brought news of her family's demise.

Her whole family had died of sickness and weather. This was the cause of them not having any shelter except for a wooden shed to live in and none of the necessary needs that her husband had promised to send to them. Like this, full of regret, sorrow, and anger, Vivian became a hollow shell, none of the lively girl full of kindness could be seen. Only a shadow moving through the halls with no sound, plotting and planning. But one day after her five years of solitude, the man that was the cause of all this pain had finally paid a visit to his forgotten wife with news of his marriage to another; as well as his four-year-old son.

The next scene made Lee's stomach roll because not only could she not look away, but she could feel the emotions that the old woman was feeling. The joy, happiness, and relief as she stabbed her husband with his own sword, counting each stab under her breath; each for her wasted years with him, and added one each for her 12 siblings' lives from birth until death.

Lee could feel each stab as if it were her own hands thrusting the golden sword into the man's body, she could feel how the blood had completely soaked the woman from hair to a white formal dress. Finally, the woman stopped, Lee who's face was set in a horrified expression and had tears and saliva coming out of her open mouth watched as the woman stood, she never looked at what she had done which caused Lee to sob in gratitude

The woman continued walking until she stopped in front of the very mirror that she had been in last time, the once gentle face had cuts made by her own nails, and alone with her blood was her husbands which looked like it was painted on her skin, the kind gentle eyes were void of emotion, dark and empty, and pinky rose lips were curved up into a smile that touched her nose, blood red teeth flashing proudly at the reflective surface

And with one move the old woman took the small dagger next to the mirror and without so much as a blink stabbed it through her throat, watching as it came out the other end

This was the last image Lee saw before her mind finally gave out and her eyes went dark