Post by SONEA DELILAH NYX on Feb 23, 2011 21:28:41 GMT 2
TRUST I SEEK AND I FIND IN YOU
• Every day for us something new •
OPEN MIND FOR A DIFFERENT VIEW
For Sonea it didn’t matter anymore what her fellow humans thought of her. Yes like any teenage girl she had worried about what she looked like, what her friends thought of her. Slowly as she had gone deeper and deeper into the world of the Dark Lord’s followers those worries had slowly been replaced. She became far more concerned with how to eradicate muggles than how she could get rid of that pimple on her face. Of course it could just be her naturally growing out of that awkward teenage stage, but nevertheless one would never know now. Sonea had no idea why she kept on returning here, maybe it reminded her of a far more innocent and carefree time.
She had often come here as a small child with her parents and sister. She smiled inwardly to herself at the memories of her racing around the park, either on foot or on the rare occasion there were no muggles, on her toy broom. Naturally there wouldn’t be a chance in hell that you would catch Sonea flying on a broomstick. Her fear of heights prevented her from using broomsticks, and she believed that apparition was a far more effective method of going from point A to point B. Sonea was a master at finding excuses for her not flying, her most consistent one was that she saw no point in it and she herself did not own a broomstick.
Sonea walked to the swings that she had swung on as a child, still remembering her having competitions with Rhea to see who could swing the highest. As she sat on one of the swings, a single tear ran down her cheek, which she quickly brushed away. She would not show any weakness, not even for her beloved, dead sister. She would have to move on with her life and take vengeance on those who had caused the death of her sister. Ever since she had found that letter addressed to her sister a few days ago, she had promised herself to kill him for what he had done to Rhea. He had convinced her to join the order, and for that Sonea blamed him for Rhea’s death. She swore to herself that she would not give up until she had killed him.
TAGGED ! Connor
WORDS !383
OUTFIT ! clothes
LYRICS ! nothing else matters by metallica
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! my little deatheater's growing up
