Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Moon and Manu ❯ Veinje and Manu ( Chapter 1 )

The Moon and the Emotions that Occur

 

 

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Summary: Manu is an orphan in Nice, France, a port city near the Mediterranean Sea. She was dropped off at `Les Angels Orphanage' when she was little. The only thing connecting her to her past life is a simple silver medallion on a silver chain that was with her the night she was orphaned. So who is she?

 

 

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It was raining that day. It was storming that day. But that didn't stop the men from attacking the large castle. They were large and burly, wearing torn black cloaks as they used picks to scale up the large wall. They jumped off the wall and used a tree trunk to smash down the two solid oak doors that were the entrances to the castle. They ran through the halls, ruining everything and only stealing things of acquired riches. They ran down a hall where they saw a small group of men, dressed in light blue colors. The colors of the Veinje family. They brandished their swords and swore to them that they would defend the Lord and Lady and their daughters.

 

A fierce cackle of thunder shook through the house as the large intruders ran in a blind anger. The battle was short, all twelve men laid in pools of rapidly cooling blood. Their eyes fogged over as weapons stuck from their bodies.

 

The men broke down the silvery door, only to find the Veinje family huddled together. The Lord and father stood up and took out his sword. His bright golden eyes flashed with anger and fear at once in time with the lightening.

 

The burly men charged. The mother's crystal blue eyes screwed shut as she hugged their three daughters together. She cracked one eye open after hearing a scream silenced by the gurguling of blood. Only to be, her eye caught a flash of silver before a searing pain fanned in her body from her neck.

 

The mudurers steeped back and made a makeshift aisle as a woman came in. Her brown eyes looking down at the mangled bodies of the famed family. She saw the parents and the two daughters. Her eyes narrowed, two? No, they had three children. She scanned the room before hearing a noise from the closet. She opened it to reveal the youngest child. A silver moon dangled on a chain from her neck as she whimpered and cried. The woman took one pale, slender finger and used the long nail of it to slowly lift the moon enough to see the writing.

Manu

As simple as that, the woman turned around without a sound. She walked to the bedroom door before she turned around.

 

“Burn this place!” Her voice brooked no argument, it was crisp, clear, strong, and melodic at the same time. She spun on one heel of her shin high riding boots, lng black hair in a neat braid swinging.