The World without Colour

by Maelie Arsenault

She sat at the piano, her hands on the keys extracting dark, sombre sounds that filled the grand hall. Or at least, it would look grand if it wasn’t pitch black but the eladrin rarely turned the radiant lanterns on. It didn’t matter to her if there was light enough to see, she’d lost the world of colours twenty years ago.

Her dull green eyes followed the black and white notes on the page and her hands followed along. Her mother had chosen the piece, as she did everything the young woman did. Her clothes, her hair, her readings, her words, her deeds. All of it. She wasn’t really a person, merely a doll that could be animated by a puppeteer.

It had taken years for her mother to appreciate any of her daughter’s natural talents, but once she did, she found her own ways to use them. Fake smiles, dexterous hands, and a deadly accuracy with blade and firearm, she turned her surviving daughter into a weapon to wield against her enemies. She moved through the darkened estates of those who challenged her mother as easily as she did the Court. The war had only made it easier.

Death hung off her like a cloak. She could feel the souls of those she’d recently killed clinging to her, screaming in her dreams or whispering when she was alone. She ignored them, because she knew they would have been happy to see her die in their place. Many had been planning it, like they had all those years ago. Planned to kill her, her mother, and her father… just like they killed her sister.

So, she killed them first and ignored their screams with the same blank look she gave the music her mother had chosen for her. Even once her mother was gone, the work would continue. Hunting down those who espoused the revolutionary ideals that had taken her sister’s life. They would never succeed. A promise made upon her sister’s grave.

The melancholy of the song was the only hint of who she might have become had things been different.

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The Last Rule
November 27th, 1882, - Novandria

The Den

Am I losing?

A Close Call

Plans

New Toys

Mistakes were made

Too close to home

Not like you.

This City is Mine.
February 6th, 1883

Aimless?
March 5, 1883 - Novandria

The Game Begins
February 13th, 1883

Too much like You
March 13, 1883

Safer in Shadows
April 3, 1883

New Beginnings
April 7th, 1883

Ready to Run
April 17th, 1883

Home
April 25, 1883

Can you steal a heart?
May 8th, 1883

Trouble
11th of May, 1883

Heartbreak
14th of May, 1883

Hunter or Prey?
16th of May, 1883

Guilt
19th of May, 1883

Untrustworthy
21st of May, 1883

Why am I like this?
25th of May, 1883

Worthy
8th of June, 1883

The One She Left Behind
13th June, 1883

Annnd it's back...
July 1st, 1883

Learning to Fly
July 4th, 1883

Thrill of the Hunt
July 29th, 1883

From the Embers
21st of August, 1883 // 1867

Mother Knows Best
16th of September, 1883

A Snake, a Star, and a Fox
25th of September, 1883, Novandria

It wasn't him.
28th of September, 1883, Novandria

The New Blade
13th of September, 1883

Something Good
October 31, 1883 - Novandria

The wound that won't close
18th of December, 1883 - Novandria

Promise
25th of December, 1883 - Novandria

Fallen through the cracks
6th of January, 1884 - Novandria

Day to Night
7th of January, 1884

What's Left to the Shadows
22nd of January, 1884, Novandria

The World without Colour
18th of February, 1884, Bellancourt, Montaigne,

Seventeen Roofs
26th of February, Novandria, Eisen

Crossing the Board
4th of March, 1884, Novandria, Eisen

New Freedom
May 4th, 1884

Saved
5th of May, 1884/16th of July, 1858

The World without Colour

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