Amongst the deep wood of daggermark a middle aged woman carried a young girl through the darkest and roughest of terrain as she panted running with the small and innocent child who can’t see through her long and tangled red hair, “Mommy please.. Where are we going?..” the little one asks. “Far away dear where they can’t find us anymore..” the woman responds ushering the small child further along as she looks back hesitantly, eyes widening in fear she turns to the little one. A kiss amongst her crown the woman points to a clearing “Run my child.. Run into the night.. And don't come back for me.” she shoved the child, making her run confused with tears in her eyes, looking back the woman smiled as she was greeted by a hooded figure in the distance. Little Nyx fought back tears as she looked ahead for a split second, a shrieking scream filled the night air as she stopped in fear. Finally building the courage to look back, her mother had vanished and so did the figure standing in the cold of the night, breathing quickly little Nyx cried out into nothingness.
“Mommyyyy..”
Although a tragic beginning had taken place and a hooded figure haunted Nyx in her mind that night would always come back to her, little Nyx stumbled across a woman in the town who had dropped her off at an orphanage. Little did she realise this place would take advantage of her and the boy she grew up with 2 years after joining, Val'dari became the best of friends and relied upon each other to get through more traumatic times in their lives. Nyx barely knew her mother nor did she remember her family name but something told her that her birth was not meant to be, a cursed path had been put in front of her and no matter how much running they did nothing ever felt like home. Trying to put the past behind them and move on the pair set out for a new life, a new start somewhere in the hopes that no one would judge them and they would be able to live simple and normal lives, or so they thought.