Prologue Of The Girl Who Had No Name, Yet Always Remained The Same: Hex Mari

Calmly she then brought her head back down, and had begun to hum very lightly. Even while she might've been watching from the darkness that held the unseen male whom had decided to remain watching her, she did not hesitate to show her graceful strides in the form of dancing. Dancing? Dancing. Alone. Having a possible audience made no difference to her on how she should perform what she’d decided to. Dancing, seemingly alone, to the sound of the loneliness she felt for eons.. many of them in fact that seemed to pass her by. Peculiarly, and particularly, on her bare toes, akin to the formal grace of a ballerina.

Gently striding, turning slowly, arms out just a bit of inches from her form. Slowly, gently twirling every so often, sometimes spotting the wall. Gently bending her slender, femme form, this way and that. She had lived through many lifetimes.. seen many things despite the physical body's blindness of her actual gaze, done many things.. been around many thing, and beings as a whole. As she danced to that of the song of ‘the lady of light’, she had only her thoughts to caress the cool air that whipped around her in that abandoned building. She could feel his curious gaze upon her but she did not mind. Finally coming to a resting position after many moments of dancing.. she seemed to look around. He was gone. Had he been yet another figment of her imagination? How curious indeed. Eyes flashed demonically, very briefly.

''The song of the lonely had sunk in now. The one whom had no name.. had no name.. and yet had always remained the same as she ever was, roamed along, the darkness around her in this dirtied stark contrast to her own physical appearance of almost pure and angelic colors; silvery-white and light grey, black dark grey building, guiding her, leading her towards that of which she could only pray to whatever entity around her that if she got through it, that her spirit.. her mind, body, and her soul all would find their own sort of peace.. whether separate or in the madness of it all, as a whole. Consuming her mind, that of which was fragile..'' Her cryptic words echoed within the building, almost as if she was speaking to the male that she could not know where exactly he was watching from, but knowing at least he was still there. Sensing it heavily.

The pace of the nonexistent music continued as she soon found herself laid there upon the disgustingly filthy, cold floor, recovering from how much and how long she'd appeared to be dancing so intensely, so gracefully, yet so slowly. Impactfully, even. Her long pure snow-white silvery colored hair seemed to gently move to either side of her form, the hair itself seeming to blanket around her, hugging her form, like that very same snow that the color of it were based. Very softly, she sang her song, the echo carrying along the building, her blind silver-white eyes flickered up at the ceiling above. Even while she saw nothing.. she saw everything. Now of course such distant memories that had danced around in her mind, just as she had been moments ago. And yet some other things as well. It all laid forevermore within her intricately delicate mind that had grown to be stronger and more used to the loneliness around her as time went on.

Even as her song played, faint and nearly out of her reach any longer.. she seemed to smile. The Lonely had been let in..to take her heart as it had once before. No.. the darkness it seemed instead. That was it, yes. Both of those things. She welcomed it akin to the only remaining, living and breathing being who had taken her in, given the once young girl a new name. Her adoptive nephew she so dearly loved and cared for, allowing a calming peace to lay around her thoughts. The darkness was her home ever since.. something that she knew all too well now, had come to pass in what felt like so many eons ago. The only place she felt safe and comforted..? Well. Even she could not be fully aware. Dancing slowly in that empty room had given her plenty time to reflect.

Much time. Too much time. The loneliness was always better to her than that of the companionship that was never meant to last. And yet each time a potential companion came.. promising to rid her of her heaviest burden that laid itself thick around her heart? The true love's curse cast upon her by the ruler of the underworld, and the devil himself, oh so long ago? She would participate in whatever each possibility had to offer. Would do her very best to ensure it could follow through. Never different, always the same. And yet..? Despite the arguable title she herself would never admit she deserved of being akin to something like 'the perfect, potential mother' and 'the ideal housewife' and so forth? She witnessed each, before the next, and the next after the last, come and go. In some form or another. Leave her in.. some way or another. Nothing could replace that of which she had lost, but at the same time, especially in her personal opinion of it all, she had plenty to continue seeking after. Much to learn, and even more to teach. Especially by now.

She was ready to face her fate. The one that had always called out to that woman with sometimes no name.. sometimes no particular well-known face.. always many faces.. always the same name, that had been given as her most important, most valuable gift in honor of her love-curse based reincarnation, into her first, different life. The fate that one day, when she supposedly had found the one, meant to be her true love.. that Hex Mari Reid, yes.. that's whom she was after all.. whom she'd always been.. ever since that day, would end up coming to her, and the most misfortunate of all? She'd finally fade from life. Die.

Quietly, she continued to sing softly, to herself, the sweet soft lullaby of the lonely, as the tears from her past lives very same eyes, dried upon her face. Those blind eyes of hers seemed to slowly lull and gradually closed. Her breathing soon became that of soft almost inaudible. Hex was now asleep. The woman who had no name from the very beginning of time and would have no name in whatever sudden end, despite the name she wore so proudly in the middle of it all. Her mind began to wander to that of her entire lifespan.. up until now.

She’d never really thought about it fully, never properly dwelt upon it. Now though..? It all came flooding back. It all began with a story, a story set long ago, eons ago. The story set particularly within an ancient, once alive, now ever forgotten time.. Almost medieval, but not quite, no. At least.. at first. Similar, yet vastly different. Something far less known to that of the books of history, magic, and time. Lost to the tides of wars countless, no particular numbers won and lost. Tales fabricated and other tales themselves told to be true.

That story however, was not one of those fabricated tales. Not in the slightest. That story, was the very real, very true story of the unidentified, unnamed and unknown, seemingly youthful in appearance woman, whom never had ever had a true name.. until she had received one on a fated day. The Story, Of The Girl Who Had No Name, Yet Who Always Remained The Same. Until The Plot Twist, to her own tale. This story she wondered in her dreams whilst gradually falling asleep… would revolve around the same question to outsiders, her story would, specifically. And more than willing, she was, to tell it, to any who desired to hear.

And With That? Her Story's Contents? Begun.