The young infant child sat beside the old man who tended the ill in the temple, he was stroking her hair as he often did in attempt to soothe her. She would not shed tears, for in her torment there was no escape. She hurt physically, for since the day of her birth she had been passed back and forth to the sadistic individuals that shared her mothers desires, Her body aged before it grew, at six weeks she resembled a two year old, her mind twisted and mutilated for their sick experiments, it was bad enough the drow blood aged inside her before her human half, She wanted to die, There would be no peace in that for her however.
So she sat with him, the man that had shown her the only kindness she had ever known since she was born, He wanted to take her away, Hide her away, keep her safe, but it would not be lasting, Her mother would come for her, Her mother wanted her to suffer...
She could read his thoughts, some small feeling of communication for her since her words had yet to come together, she didn't know how or why she could, only that she could, it was a swirling haze of irradescent beauty, in that haze she heard the song of his heart. He loved her as his own, He's heart bled in sadness for the little child not understanding why she suffered at her mothers hands so, Lyvinnia knew though, she heard it in her mother..
She was a bastard, a reminder of betrayal. She would suffer more yet.
