Elyana Ciel, District 5 (WIP)

Tell me I'm frozen



but what can I do

So you like fairytales?
Stories of princes and dragons, of true love and immortality? Do you happy endings?
Do you?
Stories where darkness is smited, where the light is rewarded?
Well, then I am sorry to disappoint. Maybe you should stop reading this, return to a brighter tale where there are such things as happy endings, unfortunately, this is not the time for such a story.
I warn you, leave now, no one will judge you for it. Trust me, it's better that way.


Oh, so pretty...
Once upon a time,
well, such stories always begin like this and I suppose that it is true, her life began once, seventeen years ago, in fact.
She was born with hair the colour of the moon. Or at least, that's what people used to shout after her. Hair the colour of the moon, porcelain face and soft, feminine features. She looked like a girl that had stepped out of a fairytale. She looked quite different from all of her other siblings, who were all born with hair the colour of soot and harsher, edgier faces, rounded off by dark eyes that seemed, to most, unsettling. Elyana was cursed with a pretty face. You mgiht be laughing right now, after all, how can a pretty face be anything but a blessing? She regarded it as a curse of the bitterest of kinds. It seemed as if her fate was sealed from childhood onwards.

She is petite, unseeming, fragile. A broken thing with a lifeless smile and eyes that have long since lost all cheer. She used to laugh at lot and her girlish giggle would fill the hearts of many, including the members of her family. She was loved by her siblings, she had seven, before some of them perished in the refineries. But more about that later. Oftentimes, you will find Elyana with her face covered in grime, the souvenir of a hard days of work. Her family members and indeed, most of District five carry the tell-tale signs of loveless work on their features. It seems that no matter how hard she scrubs herself, the traces only fade, but never disappear fully. So she walks through life, a starved girl with beautiful hair, sooty skinned and clothed in rags.

Of course, and you may want to correct me at times, especially now, not all of district five is poor. Many are wealthy and enjoy a more luxurious way of life. But when their district changed its industry, the Ciel family was hit hard. With seven siblings, there is never enough money or food and clothing is something less vital. After all, you cannot eat rags, or at least, it will not make a very satisfying lunch.

Such bitterness, child...