Phoenix, the Holloe Huntress
Phoenix stalked around the corridors of the house, her bone thin hand trailing along the windows as she said her goodbye to the moon for the night. It was about a month after she had been taken that she found this one corridor nearby that had these clear walls in which she could see the moon and sky and through a letter she found in her room it explained that those clear walls were called windows and the big eye in the sky was called the moon why the little eyes were stars. Though she was slowly learning the words for what these upper people called things, she typically kept to her own words.
"Let the big eye and little eyes now close themselves to go to sleep
until we meet in this clear wall place, not another peep," Phoenix said before leaving the hall of clear walls. She walked back to her room, she could see the burning eye peeking over the distant hills and knew it was time to hide back in the shadows. Though this time before she made it back to her small room she heard movement in one of the rooms that she had passed. This made her jump, grabbing onto one of the hanging chandeliers and pulling herself up into a hiding spot safely near the ceiling.
"The noise, I heard. Something moving, something waking. Will it attack the rat? Will it kill the rat?" she muttered, her pale eyes widening. The thought of something attacking her making herself defensive. She grabbed a make-shift knife that she hid strapped to her thigh, ready to attack whatever came out of the room. "Why do others want to hurt the rat? All I do is eat. Eat and Sleep. Watch the big night eye. I don't hurt nobody. I don't see nobody," her muttering was quick and quiet, one would barely hear here, "Shhh, no. Keep quiet. Keep safe. Hide. Hide. Hide. Shhhhh." Her breathing became so quiet then that one would think she had stopped all together. The burning eye was now peeking through the clear walls and her eye started to become sore from it, but she dared not move as she waited for the creature to come out of the room. Nothing came out, just continuous rustling and the burning her Phoenix's eye wouldn't stop. It hurt enough that she nearly fell from her spot on the chandelier out of sheer pain. It was too much. Phoenix replaced the knife back to her thigh and jumped down from the chandelier, having it swing violently threatening to come off the ceiling all together, but the girl who had been hiding on it was gone, back in the safety of her dark, dark room. Over the years that she had been there her room slowly acquired more and more furniture; now there was a most stable bed, a small hiding box in which cloths hung, and a table with piles of book stacked on top. Phoenix felt as if she were living in a palace. Though she only had two pairs of clothing, one being a knee-length black dress that was shaped like a pillow case, but was made out of shiny, silky fabric and kept on her by a gold chain around her neck and the other a large shirt and pants that were soft and warm. Typically while on night excursions she would wear the dress because it was easier to move around in, but she found that the other clothes she had were great to sleep in because she could hide in their soft folds instead of the ratty, itchy blanket she used to use.
Phoenix could now be found inside her hiding box, a book held to her chest as she stared straight at the doors, waiting for the rustling noise to follow her. She was perfectly still, her chest barely even moving as she breathed. It was a while before she decided to peek out form her hiding box. When she found it empty she slipped out of her box. That's when she noticed a letter on the desk. There was one every time the burning eye started to wake up and typically they were directions. As she read she received directions to skin and chop up the rabbits as well as pull the feathers from the chickens. The letter said it must be done before mid-day, or when the burning eye was wide awake. This seemed rather odd to Phoenix as most of the things that she was told to do were usually done while the big eye was wake, not the burning eye. At first she was about to throw the directions away and hide in her box, but then she found directions on which corridors to take to get to the kitchen by avoiding any clear walls.
"You must do as Master Shadow says rat," she muttered to herself, "Or your other eye will be ripped out as well. Or your feet will become dinner. Or the burning eye will forever watch you on a rope." She listed the many threats she had received while her Master Shadow was training her to do what was written in the letters. It wasn't an easy task by far, and even now it wasn't certain she would obey, but during the years she had been there Phoenix was being domesticated.
Phoenix stalked around the corridors of the house, her bone thin hand trailing along the windows as she said her goodbye to the moon for the night. It was about a month after she had been taken that she found this one corridor nearby that had these clear walls in which she could see the moon and sky and through a letter she found in her room it explained that those clear walls were called windows and the big eye in the sky was called the moon why the little eyes were stars. Though she was slowly learning the words for what these upper people called things, she typically kept to her own words.
"Let the big eye and little eyes now close themselves to go to sleep
until we meet in this clear wall place, not another peep," Phoenix said before leaving the hall of clear walls. She walked back to her room, she could see the burning eye peeking over the distant hills and knew it was time to hide back in the shadows. Though this time before she made it back to her small room she heard movement in one of the rooms that she had passed. This made her jump, grabbing onto one of the hanging chandeliers and pulling herself up into a hiding spot safely near the ceiling.
"The noise, I heard. Something moving, something waking. Will it attack the rat? Will it kill the rat?" she muttered, her pale eyes widening. The thought of something attacking her making herself defensive. She grabbed a make-shift knife that she hid strapped to her thigh, ready to attack whatever came out of the room. "Why do others want to hurt the rat? All I do is eat. Eat and Sleep. Watch the big night eye. I don't hurt nobody. I don't see nobody," her muttering was quick and quiet, one would barely hear here, "Shhh, no. Keep quiet. Keep safe. Hide. Hide. Hide. Shhhhh." Her breathing became so quiet then that one would think she had stopped all together. The burning eye was now peeking through the clear walls and her eye started to become sore from it, but she dared not move as she waited for the creature to come out of the room. Nothing came out, just continuous rustling and the burning her Phoenix's eye wouldn't stop. It hurt enough that she nearly fell from her spot on the chandelier out of sheer pain. It was too much. Phoenix replaced the knife back to her thigh and jumped down from the chandelier, having it swing violently threatening to come off the ceiling all together, but the girl who had been hiding on it was gone, back in the safety of her dark, dark room. Over the years that she had been there her room slowly acquired more and more furniture; now there was a most stable bed, a small hiding box in which cloths hung, and a table with piles of book stacked on top. Phoenix felt as if she were living in a palace. Though she only had two pairs of clothing, one being a knee-length black dress that was shaped like a pillow case, but was made out of shiny, silky fabric and kept on her by a gold chain around her neck and the other a large shirt and pants that were soft and warm. Typically while on night excursions she would wear the dress because it was easier to move around in, but she found that the other clothes she had were great to sleep in because she could hide in their soft folds instead of the ratty, itchy blanket she used to use.
Phoenix could now be found inside her hiding box, a book held to her chest as she stared straight at the doors, waiting for the rustling noise to follow her. She was perfectly still, her chest barely even moving as she breathed. It was a while before she decided to peek out form her hiding box. When she found it empty she slipped out of her box. That's when she noticed a letter on the desk. There was one every time the burning eye started to wake up and typically they were directions. As she read she received directions to skin and chop up the rabbits as well as pull the feathers from the chickens. The letter said it must be done before mid-day, or when the burning eye was wide awake. This seemed rather odd to Phoenix as most of the things that she was told to do were usually done while the big eye was wake, not the burning eye. At first she was about to throw the directions away and hide in her box, but then she found directions on which corridors to take to get to the kitchen by avoiding any clear walls.
"You must do as Master Shadow says rat," she muttered to herself, "Or your other eye will be ripped out as well. Or your feet will become dinner. Or the burning eye will forever watch you on a rope." She listed the many threats she had received while her Master Shadow was training her to do what was written in the letters. It wasn't an easy task by far, and even now it wasn't certain she would obey, but during the years she had been there Phoenix was being domesticated.