How it all started

     A shroud of darkness covered the building of brick and stone. A jeweled skull is thrown into the sky by a wand of yew, confessing the emerald Death that occurred moments before. The high cackle piercing the air warns others, calling forth the jade serpent from the mouth of it's host.
     Red slits scan the surrounding darkness searching for any survivors who, it they're lucky, won't be surviving much longer. Ruby eyes dart at a small cry in the corner, a small female infant wails, yearning for her late mother. This brat was the cause of all his trouble. A child born as the old year dies and a new one is born.
     The Dark Lord raised his wand and pointed it at the infant's face. He had killed hundreds before, one more would be no problem. The girl, Selda, he believes they called her, quiets, sits up, and peers under his hood starring directly into his eyes full of his lust for blood. Suddenly, she realizes he is not her father and that her mother isn't doing to get up. The light blue colored streaks in her beautiful, long ebony black hair quickly turned indigo as large tears began to fill her moonlit silver eyes.
     "Avada Kedavra," he muttered sharply. Another flash of emerald light came flying out of his wand, hurtling towards the girl, then suddenly...
     nothing.