((Going to post the first fic I ever did for VC. Please be gentle and keep in mind that this was my very first piece written in english and that it contains alot of minor errors. Hope you can look past that (but feel free to point anything out, always helps) and enjoy yourself.
First comes the origin, later comes the storyline (in which my main CoV-villain is also introduced). Enjoy!))
Voidchild
Her name? I dont know, we never knew her original name while she stayed with us. Although, we later found out her first name was Mary. That was her real name, we called her Snowflake. We did this because of her pale skin and hair that made her stand out among us like snow in the summer.
From what Ive gathered, Snowflake... I mean Mary, was taken from her mother at infancy. This despicable act was performed by The Circle of Thorns, a powerful organisation composed of mystics and mages. However, Mary wasnt the only one to be taken the Circle kidnapped many infants in order to find a child who would fit their needs. It was easy for them to know if the children were right for them. The mages who performed the inhuman ritual either saw quick results, or put the children to death. Mary was the seventeenth child on whom the ritual was performed. And she was the only one The Circle needed.
The ceremony was partially a summoning and partially a sealing. The mages was trying to contact the spirit world and draw upon the awesome power of The Spirit of the Void. The thought was to seal the spirit, or some part of it, inside an infant capable of carrying it. When Mary was tried in the ceremony, the spirit took a liking to her and imbued her with parts of itself. The Circle rejoiced at their triumph. A little too soon though. You see, the spirit was not at all willing to share its new offspring with them. The poor gathering of mages who performed the ritual were annihilated as the spirit opened a dimensional rift and hurled Mary through it. In an instant, Mary materialized in a secluded jungle in the depths of Africa.
One of our villagers, Raheem, was outside the village walking that night. He heard a loud crying, which he recognized as that of a hungry baby. He followed the loud crying and eventually came upon a small child, lying on the ground, wrapped in cloth. He leaned over it and saw this peculiar looking baby-girl. Pale skin and light-blue shining eyes gazed into his own and her crying ceased. Despite of her odd appearance, she was a beautiful girl. He had lived alone his whole life and relished in having some company as he carried her back to his lodgings.
He took her in and raised her as best he could. Over the first few year, his own, sometimes unrealistic, optimism seemed to pass on to Mary. She spent most of her time as a little girl clinging to his leg with a big wide smile across her face. It was good that Raheem taught her how to smile. She was never very popular with the other children due to her somewhat different appearance.
I wasnt aware of how special Mary was at first. But I remember when I first began noticing her. Mary was around five years old. I was sitting outside their lodgings with Raheem as he was waiting for her to come home for supper. When she finally came up the hill, we could see that she was covered in bruises, her clothes were torn and soaked in mud. It was obvious that Mary had been out on one of her usual attempts to join in with the other childrens games and that they had discouraged her as they always did. While being examined by Raheem, Mary just smiled and told us that she was neither angry nor sad:
- The other kids are just scared because I look different, she said. But Im not angry. I cant be angry at them just because theyre scared.
Raheem smiled back at her and told her what a beautiful and intelligent little girl she was. Now, Raheem was probably used to Mary talking this way since they spent so much time together. But I had never met a five-year old who was so aware of herself and her surroundings. After this incident, I would often visit Raheem and talk with him about Mary since it was obvious that she was special in some way. He too was aware of this and we both assumed that she was an abandoned mutant-child. Raheem pointed out that this was all the more reason to raise her well so that she could shoulder the burden that would come later in life. It was obvious that he always had her best interest in mind.
The years went by and Mary remained an outcast among most of the villagers. She never despaired though. And thanks to Raheem, she was able to hold on to her patented smile throughout the years. He also taught her many valuable lessons. Among others, he taught her that if she ever made a mistake, she had to make up for it. This proved to be the most important lesson of all.
Around her 22nd birthday, counting from the day Raheem found her outside the village, he and I were beginning to dismiss the thought of her being a mutant since she didnt show any signs of developing special abilities. However, we would soon experience the horrible truth. The Circle of Thorns had discovered her location and were determined to have their creation returned to them. In order to do this, they launched a full-scale assault on our village in order to seek her out. The attack came suddenly by night. They brutally slaughtered anything that got in their way and burned anything they couldnt kill. Mary and Raheem had fled together but got separated by the fires. However, the Thorns soon found her cowering behind one of the burning lodgings.
As Mary froze in fear, something was building up inside her. The memories of the ritual, which she could never have had and powers few living things possessed revealed themselves. The spirit of the void inside her did not intend to loose its much needed shell. Her powers were let loose all at once as the spirit seized control of her body and tore through the invaders. Near invisible energy spewed out from her as she took down the Thorns one by one. The spirit inside Mary had been let loose without her having any control over it. Raheem could not bear to see his little girl like this and tried to stop her. Without even knowing it, Mary shoved him into a wall with too much force for a human to handle.
The shock of causing her adoptive father harm helped Mary regain control over her powers and she shut them down. The Circle fled in panic while Mary threw herself over the body of her adoptive father. He gave her one last smile before he slipped away from her and died. I dont know how long we let Mary lie next to him, she cried and held his lifeless body for what seemed like hours until we finally separated them. I could not contain my own grief as I leaned over Raheems lifeless body. I promised him I would look after Mary and help her for as long as it was needed.
Fearing the Circle of Thorns as well as Mary herself, the other villagers voted for her leaving the village. I took her with me to a secluded valley to help her train herself in controlling the spirit as well as her new powers. The awakening had provided her with memories her human mind could not have had. With these as help, we started training her to pull out and use the powers she had been granted. We trained for six years, and during that time, she never smiled like she once did. The best she could do was a depressing dead smile. She started to hide her lower face behind a mask, probably because she knew she couldnt smile like before.
After the sixth year, she had gained considerable control over her powers and told me she was leaving. I asked her why. She told me that she had to make up for her mistakes. Just like Raheem had taught her to. She might have lost the unrealistic optimism Raheem had tried to pass on to her. But she was still his little girl inside the now silent and sad exterior. She said she was leaving for a place called Paragon City. She was gone the next day.
A while after I had returned to the village, I found out that Paragon City was the probable headquarters of the Circle of Thorns. Immediately, I understood her reason for going there.
Mary had ceased to exist when Raheem found her and Snowflake had ceased to exist when Raheem died. Her new name was Voidchild, she was the child of the void.
((Hope you liked it. There are two more storylines, one as crapaliciously written as this one and another that I feel I mastered the written english a bit better. ;P I'll be continuing with the story of Voidchild's very first few days in Paragon City in a short while.
Thanks for your time!))
