...Only some of them are from childhood. "Demon child," they called me. Because I was... Different. The people of Elphegort all have green hair natively. Then there's me--a Netsuma. I was born in Elphegort. My birth mother died when I was too young to really remember her, and I had no father. Probably some Elphe man who took advantage of her.
[ ...If her hair were still long, she'd be fingering it. But she can't. ]
...The villagers threw stones at me. They threatened me with death, and nothing I did was ever good enough. The mayor tried to have me "work for my land fees at night" in his home. When he wanted to frame someone for a murder he did, he blamed me--and if not for a kind soul, I would have been dragged from my home and murdered horribly.
[ ...A deep breath. She's not really looking at Fukawa, but into the distance. ]
...It was April of Evillious Calendar 500. Suddenly, the neighboring country of Lucifenia invaded. And they began the systemic massacre of Elphe women. I only survived because I had white hair, but I didn't get out unscathed. You see, they were looking for a particular Elphe woman--one who had captured the heart of a foreign king. The princess and ruler of Lucifenia was to be his wife, but he rejected her for one who would never return his affections.
[ ...Mikaela loved her. She always had. ]
...Because I knew the location of this woman, who had been hidden, I was captured. And then I was kept as a "guest" of the dungeon keeper's for two months as the "interrogated" me. That is... Where most of the scars come from. But I... Refused to speak. I remained ever silent, no matter what they did to me. ...And when I was finally released because they had found her and killed her anyway, m home village had been wiped off the map and so many lives were lost that I swear Elphegortean flowers still bloom in shades of pink instead of white.
CW: Torture mentions, racism, abuse
[ ...If her hair were still long, she'd be fingering it. But she can't. ]
...The villagers threw stones at me. They threatened me with death, and nothing I did was ever good enough. The mayor tried to have me "work for my land fees at night" in his home. When he wanted to frame someone for a murder he did, he blamed me--and if not for a kind soul, I would have been dragged from my home and murdered horribly.
[ ...A deep breath. She's not really looking at Fukawa, but into the distance. ]
...It was April of Evillious Calendar 500. Suddenly, the neighboring country of Lucifenia invaded. And they began the systemic massacre of Elphe women. I only survived because I had white hair, but I didn't get out unscathed. You see, they were looking for a particular Elphe woman--one who had captured the heart of a foreign king. The princess and ruler of Lucifenia was to be his wife, but he rejected her for one who would never return his affections.
[ ...Mikaela loved her. She always had. ]
...Because I knew the location of this woman, who had been hidden, I was captured. And then I was kept as a "guest" of the dungeon keeper's for two months as the "interrogated" me. That is... Where most of the scars come from. But I... Refused to speak. I remained ever silent, no matter what they did to me. ...And when I was finally released because they had found her and killed her anyway, m home village had been wiped off the map and so many lives were lost that I swear Elphegortean flowers still bloom in shades of pink instead of white.