Name: Mirabella Somarge
Role: Moonflower/Princess of the Nights
For Closer Reference On Appearance:
Face And Skin Color(Her eyes a deep purple):
How many times had she left the castle grounds? Two? Maybe three times? In her life time that is. The last time she had sneaked out she had been ten years old, and that hadn't lasted very long. The guards had found her within an hour, though that wasn't hard when she was crying because she thought she was lost. But, things were different now. She had grew into her powers when she was thirteen, and much able to use them. Not only that, but her wings had finally come just a year ago! But, right now, she had them hidden. She was able to do that, just as her family members were. They could disappear and appear at the will of the person. It was a good thing when she was trying to blend in, like at this moment.
Sneaking out of the grounds was hard work. Guards were everywhere and if they caught er in her old black hooded cloak they would know immediately what she was doing. But, thank goodness for her, they didn't catch her. She smiled bright as she made it into the town, hood over her face, walking with her head down to avoid the suspicion of her people. Maybe of her people wre dark colors, so the cloak she wore didn't stick out all that much, and people left her be. It wasn't all that hard to get out of the town and into the 'wastelands' as people called them. This was the part of their kingdom where scarcely anything grew. No sunlight meant no plants, other then the plants grown by the moonlight in the village. Out here though, not even the moon could urge something to grow.
She walked in silence for a good hour until she reached the edge of the woods. She had seen pictures of this place in books, as well as heard stories from people. She had never thought though she would see it with her own eyes. It amazed her. All of their plants int he village were dark colors, sch as black, and grey. But this forest was green! Green, with colorful plants. It was the only part of their side that had such things, and that was because it was shared with the boarders of the Dawns. At certain times of the day, the sun would shine on their side just barely enough to give a little quiver of light to these trees so they could continue on with life. And oh how much she wanted to see the sun. It was a strange thing for a Night like her to want. With their living by the moon, as well as the Moonbeam being the only Night having the powers over darkness, one would think she dreaded the sight of the sun. She was curious about it, and kind of scared to see it at the same time.
Slowly and carefully, she entered the forest, finger tips touching the rare green colored leaves and bright colored flower, her purple eyes wide and sparkling with amazement. She was so awestruck by the things around her, that she didn't even notice how deep she was treading into the forest until she almost ran face first into a high stone wall. She gasped, jumping back, looking up at it. It was a huge, vine and dirt colored, grey wall. And maybe she would have just over looked it, thinking it an old abandoned structure, if it hadn't been for the two symbols on the wall. It had her symbol on it! The large purple symbol on the wall was the same as the marking on her upper arm. Her father had always told her that symbol was the marking of the Moonflower. It was how they had identified her as the Moonflower when she was born, seeing as the Moonflower was only born once every hundred years.
A confused look came to the girls face at the other symbol on the wall though. The symbol to the left of her own was one she had never seen before anyway in her kingdom. Hesitantly, she reached up to touch the strange symbol, only to gasp in pain, pulling her hand back, nearly falling to her knees. That symbol....it had hurt her? But how? She winced as she stood back up, and thought about touching it again to see if it would happen twice, but was too wary of it. So, instead, she looked to her own symbol. Carefully she reached out, her finger tips running across the markings on the wall, her hand glowing with darkness from her powers coming out on their own, as if a reaction from the symbol. Gasping once more, she watched as symbol began glowing a dark purple and the old bricks began moving, opening up. She yelped, pulling back quickly, watching with wide eyes at what was happening.
Cautiously, Mira entered through the wall, into what she could only describe as the most beautiful place she had ever been to. The sky was the pink color of dusk, a effect of the two borders coming together, that she had never seen before. And there was a large lake with strange glimmering lights coming from it. Around the lake completely was a field of flowers. Some of the flowers were of her own lands, dark and gloomy, almost giving off a black aura but others were bright, colorful, and glowing. The girl finally took off her cloak, leaving her in only her white spaghetti strapped dress. For some reason, although they were known as the dark side of the world, her father always made her wear white. He said it was supposed to represent her innocence and beauty as the Moonflower. She thought it was strange, but always went long with it.
Looking around, she walked further into this place, bending down on her knees to get a closer look at one of the plants at the edge of the lake. It was one of the lighter flowers that glowed so beautifully. Smiling, she spoke, her voice like bells, Wow...so beautiful..." She reached her hand out to touch it, only to see it almost draw away from her, it's petals closing up. She blinked in surprise, only then noticing the slight dark aura on her hands. Sighing, she shook her head, concentrating until the aura was gone. Her powers did that sometimes. When she her emotions peaked in any way, her powers came out without warning. She had only had her powers for four years, so she was still getting using to controlling them and keeping the in check. Focusing so that her powers didn't come out again, she waited up the flower opened its petals once more, to lightly stroke them, surprising liking the warmth that came from the light of it. Keeping on hand on the soft petals, she brushed dark purple hair back from her face, a smile coming to her pink lips once again.