In a room with four very large shelves on either side of it, sat a small desk elegant enough for a noble in front of a large window. A small child cowered between the shelf and the window in a corner. She was shaking badly wanting this to end already.

"EVE!! YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!! COME OUT NOW!" A male voice rang out from the hallway. She froze unable to move. That voice belonged to her father, a man who never showed the child any love. She started silently crying as her tightly wrapped bandages around her pale boney arms began bleeding again. 

"psst" she heard a sound near her. She stiffened in place. She didn't look in the direction, but she knew someone was there. Her tiny arms, now bleeding harder through the bandages, rose up almost to try and defend herself. She waited for a few seconds that felt like years only for whoever it was to gently touch her hand.

"I won't harm you."  The voice says from what it sounds like belongs to a boy. She finally looked over at the direction of the voice. She saw a boy with pitch black hair and silver grey eyes. Unlike her rags and messy light brown hair, he looked like an actual noble's son. He smiles softly at her as he lifts her up with magic.

"My name is Arch. What's your name?" He asks smiling as she stares at him in amazement without her realizing that she was in a different room more like a different place all together.

"Eve..." She whispers as he smiles while parting her head softly. "They can't ever hurt you again Eve."