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Keira {Soul Collector-EDF}(T)
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Keira was a spirited girl. Some people thought of her as a weird and “off” somehow. Some people, children and adults would avoid her or simply not even engage. That was probably why Keira never stayed in the same village or city for more than 3 days. She would honestly rather try and make it 2 at the longest but it always depended on the supplies she needed. It was a odd for anyone who would come across her more than once. She did not look like she could afford anything with the clothing she wore and the condition of her clothing, hair and the little possessions she did carry on her. The most valuable possession was a tattered violin case but it held something special.
The young girl would like to settle down eventually but it was so hard these days to come upon someone she could trust with her secrets and abilities that were seeming to grow stronger and progress faster than she could keep up with. Keira and her mother thought it was the safer and most definitely a better choice for her to leave the small village, once the abilities that she inherited from her absent Father who ran away, he was a lone traveler much how she turned out.
Keira never knew her father. The gossip thru the village was that he was a thief and conman and a dirty begger. People laughed as all he ever had in his possession was a tattered old case. A violin case that no one could ever recall seeing with their own eyes. There were rumors about the man had special powers and he would play beautiful music in the the villages he visited, usually as the moon was rising, People would here the perfect soft music. As her father would leave after 2 or 3 days, people from the village went missing as well or some were found dead. Their corpses looked as if the life, soul and whole life, was sucked from their bodies. Left behind were gray husks that the people had been. As his evenings in these small towns set up on and the moon was high in the sky, the simple villagers would hear enchanting, magical, hypnotic music.
It affected everyone differently. Some would hear nothing but the beautiful music while others heard nothing. All the villages the man visited, never thought twice about the possibly magic the man possessed. It was a happy and prosperous time for people. No war, no poverty, life was grand. Things happen in small villages. Animal attacks or children wandering off, no one would question since This man, Keira’s father, would pace it all out. PIcking people to take. Now, when Keira had reached the ‘age of changing” as they called it when the children started entering the puberty stage. She didn’t just produce hormones and, her other womanly characteristics, she also inherited those powers that no one in the small village would believe or accept. The young girl wouldn’t lie, she was afraid being on her own without knowledge of who or what she was,
However, as a young girl, her mother wasn’t afraid to talk about the stranger she had affair with, actually loving him and still was upset she didn’t leave this small village with him. If she knew she was pregnant with Keria, she would have run away in a heart beat without looking back. Unfortunately there wasn’t a person, elder or scholar, that understood what these magical powers and abilities Keira inherited. Since. Like most civilizations that didn’t understand and it was beyond their knowledge, they casted her out. No other person knew the small things about her father that her mother was able to tell her. Not even her family, well her mother anyway, would fight for her. Keira had always known she was different some how. Keira didn’t fight when her mother explained she had to go off and find her own self. The young girl simply gathered what she could carry, clipping a few things to her belt like a knife and other tools and packing it all in a small bag that she slung over her shoulder like a messenger bag with a few food items and other survival tools, hugging her mother before she left. As she hugged her mother tightly, her mother whom was crying, slipped some money into her side pocket as she sobbed softly.
Keira was strong, placing her open hand to her mother’s cheek to brush away a fallen tear and pushing a smile to her lips. “Do not worry mother. I will write when I can. And, remember, whenever you hear music, think of me….” Keira smirked as only her and her mom knew the secret though they didn’t know what the music did. Keira would find that out on her own soon. The man, her father, left behind his violin and he always told Keira’s mom, it would one day be their daughter's fate. That was all they were told and Keira knew what her tasks were, to figure out all the knowledge between the old violin from her father and the seducing, capturing music it played.
Keira had been thru a few villages, engaging with people and, on nice days she pitched a tent in the woods and for bad weather, she luckily had enough money to get a room at a crappy inn. Keira didn't judge, luckily she wasn't in the storms. She write in her journal at night, Writing her mother a letter stating she will stay in the town for a few weeks if her mother would write her back. It was nice tonight so she pitched her tent just as the village went into he woods, the people accepted her and didn't seem to care. She sat outside under the bright moon and stars as she write in her journal.
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