Color slipped from her face as she quickly snatched her eyes from him and to her lap. Her hands clenched tightly together and her body began to shake violently. Fear washed away everything that was around her as if she was reliving the traumatic moment once more. 

     She remembered their faces, so kind, so elegant with different colored eyes she had never laid on. Yet those very faces, the ones that smiled at her, helped her to their small village, became ruthless with a snap of a finger. Violence consumed their soul the minute one of them realized the imprint on her neck. The birthmark of a Glass-Eye.

And so they tried to kill her.

                                                                                      T̫̰̯̖͓̺̟̰͚̙͓̜͇̘̮͂͐̓ͥͧ̋̄̾̂ḥ̝̥̖̜̲̫̺̭̰̣̪̩̦͎̱͇̟͛ͮͬ̾̎ͣͩ̓͌̾͒͗̑́ͬ̓̚ͅe̦͇͓͔̲͎̙͚͉̿ͥ͋̓͑ẙ̗͇͔͔̬̝̰͍̲̟̳̞͉͖̪̰̰̑̍̈́̔͂͗ͫ̂ ̯͖͓͕͇͉ͯ̑ͩͤ̓ͨ̉ͦ̏͊̈́̓̓ͪ̚t̪̝̬̣̙͈̯̼̫̠̝̙͎̹͊ͣͬ̂ͯ̍͊r̝͙͖͕͙̥̼̝͙̘̠͒̋͐ͫͭͪ̏͋ͩ̀ͬ̃̔ͅͅͅi͎̲̩̜̺͕͑ͣ͆̔͗͂ͬͧ̾͒͌̑e̺̙̭̩͍̮̜͙͍͋̍͂̀͂̓̀ͯ̌ͬͣ̾ͥ̅͛ͮͮ̔d̳̥͈͕͇̤̟̬ͧͮͮ̓̿̉͆̅̌ͅ ̜͓̺͖̟͍̬ͦͯ͐̀͑͗̒̇͆̋̚t̩͓̳͓̗̥͚͈̦̱̙̗̤͑̋͒̏ͣ̀o͉̱̻̹͓̖̺̼̬͎̬̘̻͔͌̒ͮ̇̋͒ͦ̈̊̇ͦ̓̉ͤ̒ͅ ̱̜͎̩͚͉̦̱͕͎̓̎̏ͮ̅̋̉ͪk̠̝͓͍̩̃̒ͩͬ̈͌ͨ̒ị͉̲̳̳̬̌͗̆̐ͯͩ̈́̽̓̔ͮ͌̿ͥ̆l̲͙̗͙̟̙̦͎̻̠̱͙͓͎͆̍̇̌̄͊ͫl̮͍͍̘̜̜̙͖͍̗͎̥̫̰̞͎̀͂ͤͬͥ̒͋ͧ̚ ͉̞̱̙͖̜͎͎͎̦̱͓̣̣͓́̿ͮ̂͒̾̑̈́̿͛y̦̱͔̰̭̮͕͔͔̘͎̠̭̣͊̂ͩͦ̊̈͊̐͋̀̊͂̊ͭͦͣ͑͋o̺̪͕̜̭͉̖̬̲͚͙̦͙̬͚͇͍̳̍̀ͪ̓ͩ̀͗ͨ̔ͮu̪̳͓͈̲̻̱̫͖̭͖͔̫ͨͤ͆ͨ̀͂

                                                                                                  D͓͇̺̠͍̺̺̮͙̪̟̉ͥ͋͊́ͤ̒ͤ̇̄͒i̝̗̻̦̲̻̝͙ͩ͑͂͒ͅd̤̦̲̱ͮ̇ͭ̐͋̀̍̀̄ͧ̇ͪͨ̿ͧ̾̽n͕̺͙͈̞͎̞̣͍̯͇̺͇͕̬͔̼̒̎̒ͨ̒́͆͑̂̉ͅͅ’͍̦̤̙̩̲̮̻̙͚̫̣͕̙͋̀́͑̿̇̇ͨ̌̔ͬ͌̏ͤͧt͓̪̻̹͙̺̬̺̟̯͉̜͙̻͔̪̰̉͌͒͒ͅ ̮̰̪̥̬̦̤̬͉ͨ͊̊ͭ̂ͦ̄͆̆̓̿ͫ̌̿̽̽̋ͭt̟͔̫͉̩̫̥̱̮̥̖̺̺̰̦̖̗̖̓̒̒̓̃ͬͅh̫̫̮͎͕̩͙͉̖̤͖̼̟̠͓̰͓͍̊̽̉͒ͅẹ̦͓̹̬̝̲͍̄ͪͩͦͬ̊̅͗͋̾͗͌͆̇͑̀̉ͯͅͅy̞̟͎̩͍̯̲̺̯̞̹͇̍ͯ̔͑̊͐̂?͉͍̰͍͙͕̙̞̟̩̘̪̞͛͑́̇̃̽̊͒ͩ̊̆͐̚

                                                                                                       V̸̠̲̣͍̟͈͍͕̻͇̮̟͉̤̯̭̮͛̓͒̌̇̈̀̂̈́̽ͪ̈ͣ͑̚̚ͅi͐̒̍ͧ́̆ͦͨ̚͏̸͙̫͉̮̱̣͎̣̩͎̞̙̱̩̯ḑ̵̴̺͚̭͓̙̞̘͉͇͙̟̯̼̖̍͌̉̽́͛́̾ͯͧ̚̕ͅẙ̶̢̖͈̪̬̻̦̠̥̇̈͊̎̍̉̎̌̓̀̂̂͆͜͜͟ͅa̵̵̩̟̱̘̬̝̘̟͕̬ͦͬ̌͂͌́ͬ̃͌ͫ̔̐̓̍͑̚

     She heard a warm voice speak to her. 

     Suddenly she felt the cool hand of Ares and jumped, pressing her body against the door. His eyes were filled with concern and his beautiful smile was dismayed. The difference between her and him was much greater than what she had thought. He was a Human. He was able to walk amongst the living, free as a bird and yet she and her kind were cursed. Killed. Hunted down for they had abilities.

     “Are you alright?” his voice echoed into her heart and she saw the eyes of the driver glint into the rearview mirror.

Honestly, she shook her head and he understood.

     “Don’t worry Miss. I had assumed when I first saw you playing on the piano that you were one of them.” He explained, “I took into consideration what would happen if the worlds’ best pianist is a Glass-Eye. You would be just as notable as your Queen.” He explained with a confident smile.

     His confidence eased the stressed she felt being herself and exhaled, nodding her head.

     “Thank you for trusting me.” I thanked and she pressed the tips of her fingers on her chin and brought her down.

     “I’m assuming you’re saying you’re welcome?” he questioned, unsure of gestures.

     She nodded her head and he let out a few chuckles, “I’ll be hiring a servant that is able to speak sign language for your convenience and mine. Then I can learn your name.” His words trailed off. 

     He was kicking himself in the butt for not asking Lumière when he had a chance about her name. She raised her left eyebrow and looked over to him as he sighed depressingly. Unbeknownst to him, she had no name and liked it that way. She thought of herself not as a Glass-Eye but as an instrument covered in dust that someone could find in their closet. And when it was time to play again, it would be carried out onto a stage with hundreds of people eyeing just her. 

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