𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒
The bright and shining girl that was named Astraea found her way into the world on March 19th, 1988. Her birthplace being none other than Volterra, Italy, the up and comin...
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For the first five days of my life I had parents, from then on I was nothing but an orphaned child who needed somewhere to call home. This fact didn't bother me, but I would have liked to have had some more time with the people who would have loved me unconditionally.
During the first three years of my life I lived with my grandmother, who was old and frail by the time of my unexpected birth. Neither my mother or my father told her that they were expecting a child, let alone a child who would have led to the death of her own mother due to complications associated with childbirth. Even through the shock of her only daughter, she pushed on in order to keep me safe. While my memories of her had long since faded to near nothingness, I did remember the sound of her voice, a calming chant as she sang me lullabies before bedtime.
After my fourth birthday and my grandmother's funeral, I had gone off to live with one of my uncles, the second oldest son of said grandmother. With two young children of his own, my uncle had a hard time paying for all three of us. Living with my cousins made life hectic, myself not knowing how sibling or familial social hierarchies worked. I would have to wait until my seventh birthday to understand the great importance of a ruler and a knife when splitting your Halloween candy bar for dessert on the weekends.
It was at that 10th birthday march through our town that I realized how magnificent the Saint Marcus Day festival really was. Adorned with a red cloak of my own that my uncle had purchased for me as the first birthday gift I had gotten since my fourth birthday, my two cousins and I made our way out to see the beautiful seas of maroon that flooded the streets.
Ever since that day I made sure that during my birthday I came out of the shadows of poverty and shyness to meet the sunrise and sunsets of the festival. Ambrose and Astro, my two younger cousins, always made sure to join me in the festivities, causing trouble that only identical twins could.
Today would be my seventh Saint Marcus Day birthday. The skies of Volterra were a cloudy prismarine, sharply contrasting the carmine that roamed about on the ground.
"Come on, Stray, you have to come to the good parts of the festival," Astro beckons me to come forward and stay out of the shadows. "The light is pretty on your stupidly pale skin. Plus, vampires can't go in the sun. I wonder why that is."
"Vampires have been expelled, bro," Ambrose plopped down from one of the mossy trees in the park, "What are they gonna do? Bite us? I doubt if they were here they would expose themselves to a festival of people celebrating their demise and eradication from Volterra. That would just be suicide. I bet other vampires would find and kill them before they even got the chance. We're safe."
"Do you really think they could be here still?" I laugh at the obvious question.
"Astro, lesser twin, I doubt they ever left. Knowing how sneaky they must be, they have to be here somewhere," he laughed, "Wherever you are, vampy wampies, you can't get us. Don't risk the senseless exposure, immortal babies!"
