Five hundred million years later a child was born with an unknown mark on her right chest. The mark looked like an ark with wings beneath it and she had a silver chain on her waist and left wrist. They tried everything possible to break the chains but they never budged, not even a scratch.
Whenever the child was injured, the chains would glow ever so softly and instantly her skin would heal without a trace left of the injury.
On her tenth birthday, the people came for her, calling her names. Some called her a witch others called her a demon and some even called her the devils bride.
When her parents refused to hand her over in fear of them killing her, they had set her house on fire, burning everything within it to the ground. Her parents died in the fire and left her with her five year old brother, crying loudly from the burns he got but not a single scratch could be seen on her skin.
The king out of respect for her dead father took her and her brother in when no one was willing to take care of them with claims of wanting to avoid being cursed.
Although, he took them under his care, he never stopped people from treating her in an inhumane manner, he never interfered.
As she grew the chains on her waist and wrist grew with her and the tattoo like mark on her chest expanded slowly to form a beautiful drawing on her clear skin.
They tried everything to kill her but it never worked, from stoning at her, to pouring acid on her skin. Forced boiling hot honey down her throat. Drowning her and even trying to slit her throat but nothing ever worked.
She tried to find happiness everyday in the warm embrace of her little brother who had now turned ten years old.
They belittled her and made fun of her, bullying her till they started hitting her. Although the pains never lasted more than ten seconds, she was getting tired of it, tired of the bullying, the constant beatings, the insults and the hate which she knew she never deserved.
They tried hard to break her, to see her cry and beg them for mercy, to see her crawling on bloody knees and pleading for her life to fuel their sadistic pleasures and stroke their psychotic egos, and when they failed to achieve that, they targeted her younger brother.
On his sixteenth birthday they dragged the siblings into the forest and made her watch as they beat him mercilessly. Finally she cried and begged and pleaded with them to let him go, to end his pain yet her pleas fell on deaf ears.
She watched in horror as they tortured her brother till he died from the blood loss and even till he breath his last, he never let a sound of pain slip past his lips.
She watched as her brother, the only family she had left, died with a smile on his face as he looked at her and told her that everything would be alright, that everything would turn out just fine and as he said the words 'I love you sister' the light in his beautiful eyes faded and at last they let her go.
Trembling and wailing loudly she crawled to her brothers dead body, hugging him tightly to her body, begging him to wake up, to hug her back in his loving and warm embrace like he always did but no matter what she did he never woke up.
With that smile on his face she laid him to rest in a cave deep in the forest and covered the entrance with heavy rocks.
For many months, she cried her eyes out. It felt like her heart was being torn apart every time she remembered how he bled to death and on her twenty-first birthday the tears finally stopped, for they had succeeded in breaking her, they completely shattered her soul to pieces.
She walked deep into the forest with a blank expression on her face, she kept going forward not having any destination in mind, she walked for hours when she stumbled upon a dark part of the forest she had never seen before. The sun was at it's highest peak in the sky yet it's rays failed to penetrate the darkness that was ahead of her. As she stared into the darkness she felt as though something was calling out to her, beckoning her to come find it, to find what was drawing her into it and with a soft sigh she walked forward, straight ahead into that darkness.
Following that tug at her heart she walked straight through the darkness for hours, humming a lullaby her mother used to sing to her. Although the words were hard to remember after so many years had passed, the familiar tune was clear to her.
Stumbling upon what looked like a small stone cottage. It was black and had red streaks on the walls that looked like writings of an ancient language.
Enthralled by the sight of it, she slowly pushed the doors open. There was only a few things inside the house. A stone vase with dried withered flowers in it, a shelf with books stood on the left side of the wall, a stone bench stood next to the shelf and by the right there was a small room that looked like a kitchen.
There were dead old dried herbs and dried fruits on the counter and a small room that looked like a bedroom. It seemed like nobody stayed there anymore and she smiled brightly to herself.
She had found a place to call her own. She sat by the bookshelf for hours staring out the little window in front of her and then she got up and walked out the house closing the door as she left with a promise of coming back here every chance she gets.
Walking back the only pathway that led to this place, she slowly walked back to her room in the palace, laid down quietly and slept off. What she didn't realize was the withered flower that had regained life like it never died as she walked back out the house and the ancient writings began swirling softly, breathing life into its core down the earth and into the dead trees behind the house, the roses that began growing rapidly with black and blue petals. She had brought back life to that dark place without realizing it.
On a stone grave beneath the earth,her name slowly carved itself on the surface 'Samaelia'. beautifully and intricately carved like a masterpiece and her tattoo was on top her name. slowly another name formed in a carving that looked like burning flames 'Hades'. And a chain-like carving intertwined both names together.