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November 4th 1876, London.
Lysander Hollow’s Study.Two men sit across from each other in a dark, dusty old study. The sun barely leaks through the cracked and rotting shutters, and a soft rustle of feathers can be heard from behind a dressing curtain, where a large black crow sits, his eyes shimmering with a strangely human quality.
The two men are here for means of business, although they’ve been friends for countless years. These meetings happen once every few decades, the men remaining ageless through a magic that is only spoken about in fairy tales and legends. A magic that they know well, for it courses through their veins like thick blood, sustaining their life and causing them to appear as middle aged men forever…if that is what they want.
“Why have you called me here, Lysander?” One man says to the other.
The response is matched with what appears to be a slightly bored, however, amused smile. “I believe you know why, Terrance.”
They stare at each other for another few minutes, before Terrance nods. Lysander continues to look as if he would rather be anywhere but where he was.
“A new game, then? I hope this time you find a pupil whom you can bear parting with.” Terrance grins across the table at the other man, and Lysander humors him with a small chuckle.
“I believe I have already found my student.” He says, and no more than a blink later, they both heard the gentle coo of a baby awakening from slumber.
Lysander stood, walking over to the cradle, which was nearly unnoticeable in the dark room, covered by a burgundy curtain. Without touching the curtain, Lysander moved his fingers slightly and the fabric pulled itself to the floor, revealing a small, baby girl. No more than a few weeks old, with eyes that glowed like the night sky. Her mother’s eyes.
Lysander picked up the child, looking down at it with a look that held all of the emotion one would look at a cup of tea with.
Terrance was still sitting at the table, however, he was much more amused now then he had been moments ago. “Well, that makes things interesting.”
As Lysander opened his mouth to respond, the baby girl began to cry. Buttons of tears welled up along her eyes and dropped heavily onto Lysander’s vest. In response, he frowned lightly, not quite knowing what to do.
Her crying picked up after a second, and as one of her tears slowly fell down her cheek and dripped onto the floor, the porcelain cup of tea sitting in front of Terrance suddenly shattered.
The two men exchanged a look, and as quickly as it had broken, the tea cup quickly put itself back together, the hot creamy liquid falling back to its place within the cup, with no more than a small ripple remaining as any doubt that the cup had been shattered only moments before.
Terrance stirred his tea with a chuckle as the girl’s crying slowly subsided into a soft coo once more. Lysander put the child back into her crib, and returned to his seat.
“She has a natural gift. Only an infant, and already breaking things.” Terrance said with a shake of his head, “But no control, I would have thought better of your decision, Lysander.”
Lysander’s bored look returned to his face as he brushed off a button on his vest, “I didn’t pick her, she was given to me. Mother was some whore in Dublin, killed herself.”
A moment of silence, before Terrance blinked.
“Your own daughter?” He said as he glanced over at the cradle, noticing how the curtain had pulled itself back over the crib.
“I have no doubt that she will win this game.” Lysander said, leaning back in his chair. “I will not have my student lose again.”
Then, the two men smiled at each other like old friends, and dipped their hands into their pockets, fishing out whatever small object they had on their person at the time.
Terrance removed a small pocket watch and placed it on the table, and Lysander removed a charm, around the same size. It had fallen off some unnamable piece of his wardrobe some days ago, and it was in the shape of a little, perfectly round crescent moon.
The two men exchanged objects, folding them into their breast pockets as they stood, clasping hands to seal the deal. The air seemed to shake for a moment, and swiftly, Terrance turned on his heel and exited the room.
Lysander was left alone in his study, with the child in the corner and the crow still rustling and cawing softly behind the dressing curtain.
As he gazed at the tea cup that had been broken only minutes before, he felt an amused grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. This game would be an interesting one, if Terrance’s student was as good as his last.
October 12th 1895, London.
The Hollow Manor.Fern did not recognize herself. The dress she wore was much too expensive, and her hair was down with only a few braids here and there framing her porcelain face. It wasn’t her usual self, it was a form of her that was dressed up by her governess and maids. However, it was what her father wanted.
A tap on her door made her look up from the silk embroidery of her dress, and her father stood in the doorway with a small box in his hand.
Fern stood, politely nodding her head to him. “Father.”
“You look lovely, darling. But stop slouching, you’re a young woman now.” He walked over to her, tapping her chin twice to make her look up.
Lysander Hollow appraised his daughter with a slight frown, shaking his head lightly. “No, no the color makes you look too young. I want you looking your best tonight.” And as he touched the gown, color started seeping from his fingers, making its way over the fabric of the dress until it was all a pale pink. He nodded, satisfied with his work.
Fern sighed lightly, raising an eyebrow at him as he turned to walk away. “You still haven’t told me why tonight has to be so…so grand.” She shook her head as she sat back down on her bed, folding her hands in her lap.
Her father turned as he stood in the doorway once more, looking at her with a faintly bored look crossing his face. “Tonight, my dear, you will meet your opponent. And the game will truly begin.”
The door closed behind him and she sat alone on her bed, eyes wide with curiosity. Tonight? Why tonight? Everything she had been studying, what she had been training for…it would all begin tonight. She was hardly sure she was ready, however she didn’t have much of a choice.
A soft thump gave her a start, and she looked over to her vanity mirror, where the small box that had been in her father’s hand was sitting on the desk.
In elegant scrawl,
Happy Birthday, was written along the top in blood red ink. Carefully, she removed the lid and a faint noise escaped her lips as she gasped.
Looking back at her with wide, crystal blue eyes was a kitten. It was white, with tufts of hair rising along it’s back and tail.
“Hello…” Fern murmured, picking up the kitten with a small smile, her soft laugh echoing around the room as the kitten rose up to brush itself along her neck, tickling her lightly. She placed it on her bed a moment later, with a quizzical look along her face.
“Father’s never given me a pet before.” She said to the kitten, as it stared back at her. What was it about tonight that had so much weighing on it? A chill passed her spine as she sighed, shaking her head lightly as soft curls fell over her shoulders.
“Well, you need a name.” She said, absentmindedly gazing down to her wrist, where the pearly white scar of a pocket watch stood out faintly against her pale skin. “Milo.” The name fell past her lips before she could really think about it, but it sounded fitting.
Shortly, one of the chamber maids called for her, telling her that it was time to make her appearance. With her hands shaking nervously, but her jaw set, she walked down the hall toward the ballroom, her corset digging into her chest and making it hard to breathe.
Perhaps if I faint, I won’t have to make an appearance at my own party, she thought to herself, however it was too late, and the doors were already opening for her.
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