ebony zodiia {seven} complete

She is drowned out by the light of eleven siblings and plummeted into a shadowy sky of irrelevancy. Pretending she doesn't exist for days on end is easy - if you slip out of the madness that is her house every so often and nobody notices. There are five steps to becoming invisible and one of them is to let your voice disappear first. Perhaps someone would have noticed were there not eleven other voices echoing through these walls.

She wasn't always this quiet. She used to scream. And scream, and scream, and scream. A tiny little thing from birth to present, she screamed the loudest when her eldest brother took her in his arms at a few days old and that same detest for almost all of her siblings lingered fourteen years later. There were no more shrill shrieks of protest pouring from her mouth. In fact, in a strange turn of events that spanned over a decade, Abraham became the one she admired the most. She gave him barely anything but nods of approval or slight smiles, but coming from Ebony they were worth your while.

There is no memory of her father inside of her head. All that's left are second-hand stories handed down from child to child twisted with hazy memories and warped by rumour. But she does know that he was a man of business, of wealth, of politics and profit. The man in the photograph on the kitchen shelf holds his head high and his aura mysterious. Ebony has been left with a million questions that she doesn't mind being left unanswered, for her own opinions have always outweighed those of other people. To her, her father was a great man who worked hard and she wasn't going to let her dateless older siblings ruin all of that. She knows that she has his blessing from wherever he may be now because there must have been a reason she was born with a cunning mind and a careful tongue and quick-wits. She will not let them ruin what kept this family from crumbling.

The youngest Zodiia finds solace in numbers and shadows and the silent early hours of the morning. Formed from the moon and the stars these children choose the light or the dark or somewhere in-between, and the small brunette with her mother's eyes stays up in the midnight sky where her soul originated from.

(12am: the twelfth child strikes the first and last hour and takes her first breath. She is both night and day, left to choose her own path. She takes one look at an aftermath of eleven other children fighting for an hour of the sun-filled sky and makes her decision right then and there.)

The night paints purple crescents underneath her lower lashes as if the moon had seeped out from her soul and collected underneath her skin.

Darkness cocoons her from the chaos of her household and some say that darkness seeped into her soul and carved out the kindness between her ribcage, terror settling amongst the very bones of her being. Ebony is not frightening, nor evil, nor a devastating demon from the depths of someone's imagination. She's just a girl with terribly clever ideas and a knack for pushing others into the oncoming blame of her actions. For everything Ebony Zodiia does has a purpose, and that purpose can often lead others astray down a winding road of destruction.

Fingers are pointed and accusations are thrown like punches. Ebony does not believe in violence but she does believe in consequence. So I shall tell you this once and once only: do not follow the children of the night blinded by the sun - for the night is dark and full of terrors, and so is Ebony Zodiia.