Scarlet
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- Known Aliases
- Red
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- 7a5883
Unfortunately, the rosy beginning to her unusual life did not last. Scarlet spent five blissful years with her adoptive parents. They were so happy to have a child of their own that they spoiled her with everything that they could imagine. Family holidays were taken to the most unique or remote places, allowing their child to learn about the world long before she went to school. The trips were meant to encourage her appreciation various cultures, languages, and histories that she might not have been open to otherwise. Long before she attended primary school, Scarlett spent her free days at the library. There was one only a short distance from their home, so she was allowed to walk there as long as it was light out. Though she was young and quite tiny at the time, neighbors would always see her staggering home with an armful of books. From a young age she was a voracious reader, much more advanced than other children of her age.
While she wasn't making the library her second home, Scarlet engaged in a number of different activities. Her favourites were archery, although it was tough for her to pull back the bow she always tried her hardest; horseback riding, where she rode her dappled grey horse named Acapulco; fencing, which was a slightly less dangerous version of the sword fighting she always begged her parents to let her try, and language lessons. Her travels made her want to learn some of the languages that she came across, as a result of her age, she picked them up much more easily than people do later in life. Her first few years were spent learning French, German, and Cantonese, although she later learned that she should learn Mandarin if she were to travel through less rural parts of China. She had many more plans for the languages that she would learn, the classes she would take, and the books she would read - but life didn't care about her dreams and big plans. It had a plan of its own.
Just after her sixth birthday, her entire life was turned upside down. Monsieur Hart and his wife went out one night for a dinner by themselves, it was their weekly date night meal. Scarlet happily stayed home with her new atlas, excited to flip through all of the maps and facts that adorned its pages. She was not jealous that they had not taken her, she thought it was romantic even at the age of six, that her parents were so in love and needed to go on dates. The first page she turned to showed a lush green map of Bolivia, with its capital of Sucre, proximity to the Amazon rainforest and Pilcomayo River which meant red river. It made Scarlet smile to herself because her name also meant red. Right then, she decided that the first time she got to explore the world on her own, she would go to Bolivia.
That night, she went to bed as soon as she felt sleep begin to overtake her eyes. Yawning slightly, she changed into pajamas and unicorn slippers, then trudged down the hall to brush her teeth. Suddenly, she heard a wail from outside the house and flashing lights shone through the window. Squinting, she stared out the window at the vehicle pulling to a stop in the driveway. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she found her way downstairs and to the front door. Normally she wouldn't answer the door when her parents weren't home, but since it was a police officer she figured she needed to. Turning the knob cautiously, she stuck her head out the door to make sure he was the only one around. Once she determined that the coast was clear, she opened the door for him to step inside.
He asked her where her living room was so that they could sit down, but didn't seem like he was in a cheerful chatting mood. They sat and he asked her if there was anyone else in the house that night, to which she shook her head.
"I'm all alone tonight. Everyone has gone home and my parents are out. I was just going to bed, I'm sleepy." She spoke through another yawn, rubbing her eyes to keep the sleep away.
He smiled sadly and spoke as softly as he could, "I wish there was another way to do this. That there was someone else here for you right now. But..." He paused, unable to get the words out. "Your parents aren't coming back, I'm sorry. They're gone." Dead. Killed. Words that he couldn't bring himself to say to the tiny child in front of him. Hated that he was the one to say the words, explain what happened, and bring her world crashing down around her.
While she wasn't making the library her second home, Scarlet engaged in a number of different activities. Her favourites were archery, although it was tough for her to pull back the bow she always tried her hardest; horseback riding, where she rode her dappled grey horse named Acapulco; fencing, which was a slightly less dangerous version of the sword fighting she always begged her parents to let her try, and language lessons. Her travels made her want to learn some of the languages that she came across, as a result of her age, she picked them up much more easily than people do later in life. Her first few years were spent learning French, German, and Cantonese, although she later learned that she should learn Mandarin if she were to travel through less rural parts of China. She had many more plans for the languages that she would learn, the classes she would take, and the books she would read - but life didn't care about her dreams and big plans. It had a plan of its own.
Just after her sixth birthday, her entire life was turned upside down. Monsieur Hart and his wife went out one night for a dinner by themselves, it was their weekly date night meal. Scarlet happily stayed home with her new atlas, excited to flip through all of the maps and facts that adorned its pages. She was not jealous that they had not taken her, she thought it was romantic even at the age of six, that her parents were so in love and needed to go on dates. The first page she turned to showed a lush green map of Bolivia, with its capital of Sucre, proximity to the Amazon rainforest and Pilcomayo River which meant red river. It made Scarlet smile to herself because her name also meant red. Right then, she decided that the first time she got to explore the world on her own, she would go to Bolivia.
That night, she went to bed as soon as she felt sleep begin to overtake her eyes. Yawning slightly, she changed into pajamas and unicorn slippers, then trudged down the hall to brush her teeth. Suddenly, she heard a wail from outside the house and flashing lights shone through the window. Squinting, she stared out the window at the vehicle pulling to a stop in the driveway. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she found her way downstairs and to the front door. Normally she wouldn't answer the door when her parents weren't home, but since it was a police officer she figured she needed to. Turning the knob cautiously, she stuck her head out the door to make sure he was the only one around. Once she determined that the coast was clear, she opened the door for him to step inside.
He asked her where her living room was so that they could sit down, but didn't seem like he was in a cheerful chatting mood. They sat and he asked her if there was anyone else in the house that night, to which she shook her head.
"I'm all alone tonight. Everyone has gone home and my parents are out. I was just going to bed, I'm sleepy." She spoke through another yawn, rubbing her eyes to keep the sleep away.
He smiled sadly and spoke as softly as he could, "I wish there was another way to do this. That there was someone else here for you right now. But..." He paused, unable to get the words out. "Your parents aren't coming back, I'm sorry. They're gone." Dead. Killed. Words that he couldn't bring himself to say to the tiny child in front of him. Hated that he was the one to say the words, explain what happened, and bring her world crashing down around her.
