Nyx, the abandoned orphan, the fire at his orphanage left few survivors.

Nyx bore

burn marks; it was a miracle he survived. It was miracle that gang of outlaws were

passing through this very town. For if they hadn't the child would've been in an early

grave. Nyx was small for his age; malnourished, scrawny, downright pitiful. The

gang's medic, Iris, whose name Nyx didn’t yet know had healed him to the best of

her abilities. Iris had soft purple eyes that could entrance anyone, delicate platinum

hair and soft pale skin. Nyx had awoken to near darkness. No matter how much he

opened one eye he could only see darkness on that side; he was blind in his right

eye... Then the memories flash back into his mind. The fire, the panic. A pain shot

through his body. The bandaged wounds suddenly felt hot again. "Shhh, it's alright,

sweetheart. Your body is still within shock, you'll be okay I swear," That soft voice had

spoken the entire two weeks he'd been unconscious, he recognized it. The medic

gave him a soft reassuring smile, gently holding the child's hand to sooth him. Nyx

looked up with his left eye and it slowly focused on the gentle medic. He then saw a

dark figure in the doorway; arms crossed, a stern glare. A warning; 'Don't harm her'

. He trembled and hid behind the medic, now sat up in bed. "Darkness, don't spook

the child," The medic spoke in a soft scold and stood, walking over to the figure in

the doorway and gave her a soft kiss. 'Was 'Darkness' the scary woman's name?' Nyx

thought to himself. Nyx looked over to the cracked mirror and saw the many

bandages all over, the now milky white eye gazed back at him through the mirror. He

took in his appearance his still functioning left eye was still the usual star gold. His

black hair messy from the two weeks of unconsciousness, his dreads covering the

now blind eye slightly. Nyx took in his usual dark, cool tone skin now marred with

scars covering half his small form. Then they all heard a crash outside the medical

tent...