Ummmm my vampires sona’s backstory @sporeofmanynames just because you asked soooo nice Ɛ> it might be kind incoherent because it’s the middle of the damn night and I did not proof read at all so good luck ig :]
Viddles’ childhood was relatively normal. Small town without much to it. A mother and father that never quite spoke. A few younger siblings and no other kids her age in town. All younger or older by at least five or ten years.
So she never really had friends growing up. But she was okay with that. She’d spend her days sitting on the sandy lake shore, or roaming the small patch of woods nearby. Mostly she’d think. Think of stories. Monsters and princesses and knights and fairies and magic. Sometimes she’d draw but she’d never show anyone, papers of bright drawing piled under her bed.
And they spent the most of their upbringing just like that, stuck in their head, daydreaming up fantastical stories they never told anybody. It was just like that, never changing from the steady magic, until it did.
Viddles was 12 at the time. Sitting on the beach, toes in the water, head in a dragon filled castle, like always. She didn’t notice anything different about the day.
They came home to the village ransacked, a few people, injured or crying or both sat around. Her house was empty, except for the bodies. She asked around. Self proclaimed monster hunters. Self proclaimed heroes. Come to save us. Come to kill us. Kill the monsters. Kill us all. Kill the witches. Kill the vampires. Kill the werewolves. Kill the fae. Kill the dragons. Kill the people. That was the day they realized magic wasn’t real. There were no heroes. There were no monsters. There were only people. And a lot of them were monsters.
She stayed in the half abandoned village for a while after. There was a handful of people left. They rarely spoke. They buried the bodies together and then stuck to their own homes. Grew their own crops, raised their own animals, stuck in their own line. They lived together, but she couldn’t even remember most of their names.
They kept daydreaming of magic, but more distantly. A separation now rested between them and their fantasies. They hardly noticed the time passing until one day they realized they’d been eighteen for a while. They were an adult now, although nothing had changed since they were 12. They figured they might as well do something about it.
She grabbed a few meals, some loose change, and one or two extra outfits and left. She didn’t say goodbye to anyone. There was no one to say goodbye to.
She went to the closest small town first. Rented a small room at the local inn. Left the next day. She went like this from town to town. They days slipped through their fingers. They were looking for something, they didn’t know what. They decided to go to the capital.
The capital was a lot like the small towns but bigger and louder and even more empty. She didn’t stay for long. She left and went from town to town, city to city, never in one place for more than a week. Years passed like that. Slowly she grew more and more distant from the fantasy worlds of her youth.
One day she realized she’d returned to her old town. It was fully abandoned. They guessed everyone else had died or left. They stared at the lake, they couldn’t feel the sand through their worn boots. In startling clarity, more than she’d felt about anything in years, she remembered the castle and the dragon that filled it. Suddenly she realized she wanted it back. The spark.
She went back to the house, old drawings under her bed, they were distant, this whole town was. She left again, this time with a goal.
They didn’t need people, they never did. Didn’t need connections or help. They didn’t need real magic. They just needed a place to rest and to dream from. Some place with a good view of the stars.
She set off and found a small woods, good a place as any. She set her things down, pulled out a piece of paper. She had nothing to draw.
So instead she started preparing for the rest of her life. She was wandering looking for crops. When she came across a town. Abandoned at first glance. But then she heard people. Crazy people, she determined, from their talk of magic and monsters. She knew damn well those weren’t real. Not how they meant it at least.
Either way they’d stay. They could deal with crazy. As long as they didn’t get angry, they’d be fine. And they liked the view. And these woods. There was something about them. Not magic, that wasn’t real. But still, it was the closest she’d felt since her toes were in the water all those years ago.
