Skye c. hayes

❝ For a child born on a summer's rain, no one suspected that her soul would bleed the cold. ❞

The beginning

❝ So as the summer came, the family, celebrated its arrival. The child lived. ❞

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Baptized by the name Christine Zane, the child was called a miracle baby, for she was a blessing from heaven above to the family who lost all their previous children to death within the age of two and one, before it could even come out of the womb.

So as the summer came, the family, celebrated its arrival. The child lived.

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The child grew up to be lovable little girl, helping her parents and charming their customers in their little stationary shop with her child like antics in the heart of Jerusalem.

Life had been all well and good for the family. But alas, nothing lasts forever.

The storm came and took her happiness away. She was only six years old.

No, she did not lose her parents to death. Rather, saving her father was all that took to throw little Christine off the loop.

As the stormy night that swept over the city, the girl and her father were on their way back home, eager to reach the safety of the four walls. But the nature had a different idea.

All the the child could remember a loud crash, screams, blood and concussion.

THE NEW LIFE

❝ Where would she have gone off to? She was so so far away from Jerusalem, her home. ❞

What was that feeling? The girl could not understand. So stiff and thirsty..

She felt like she had been down with a terrible fever; or that was what she had understood from her parents when they've gotten sick.

The child finally found enough strength and opened her eyes. And to her horror, the room she was in did not look like any familiar places that she had been. she was not home.

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All too soon, she was found out by a couple of adults, which she eventually came to recognize as shadow hunters, while she was trying to run away from there. At that time, she didn't know that it wouldn't do her any good. Where would she have gone off to?
She was so so far away from Jerusalem, her home.

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Once Tris had calmed down from another round of panic attack, where she was put in the containment chambers (again, they said. she had been there for three days, when they had brought her in), she was gently made understood that she was not like her parents. Nor did she looked like her usual self.

Gone were her sun-kissed skin, warm golden brown eyes and black hair; the physical features of her mother. What was left of her after that terrible storm was something akin to albinism. White hair, pale skin and deep purple eyes.

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She learnt over days that even if she had managed to save her father, he won't be coming back. No one was coming back for her. Her father... was not even her real parent and she, she was a spawn of demon.
At least that revelation explained why she felt that she was not like the other kids.

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Finally emerged as a warlock, she decided to stay with the rest of her 'kind'. Newly christen with the name Skye Christine Hayes, she learn and embraced herself to be better, so the six year old, one day in the future, can visit her family again. Maybe from afar.
Because from what the shadow hunters who had found her added that her parents were terrified of her.

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She just did not show how much that wounded her.

the present

❝ So as the summer came, the family celebrated its arrival. The child lived. ❞

Not everyone had a happy family, but she did. Skye Hayes, found family in her fellow warlocks as well as her own mundane parents.

Perhaps, she was truly blessed from heavens above, but she would still scoff at that irony.

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Now, in her twenties, she had managed to accomplish quite a feat.

Become a researcher? Check.
Become a potioneer? Check.
Become a business owner? Check.
Learn spell engineering? Check.
Rekindle her relationship with her blood family? Check.

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Skye was happy. She was distraught once upon a time, but she overcame it all. And she had to thanks the others of her kind for showing that there were things beyond brooding and she could help.

Even if she was still in her aging phase of her life, all looked good.