Hayida's Past

Her past was not something she often talked about, it hurt her so much... the pain and terror of it. It was what left her mostly insane, and truned her into who she was. It had began when she was ten she had been in training with her family the Hitori Clan for nearly 6 years and was progressing swiftly, when one night a rival clan decided to destroy her home and her clan. She had tried to fight them off but she was only one and they where many.. many more then the meager members of the Hitori Clan, even her young sister Zania had fought, and she had fought well for a 4 year old.. until the blade was plunged into her young heart... her last words had been Hayida's name. That had broken Hayida more completely then anything, she was so close to her younger sister even if they where not related by blood. As she watched the blood pool under the body of the child, not much older then a babe her eyes had changed. The pupils narrowing as she turned to the man who had done such a thing, her hands seemed to move on there own. She had been trained in the use of puppets her clans specialty but her one puppet had been destroyed by fire, as her finger moved her mind when blank. Only years later would the memories catch up and her current puppet would be made, on that night her dead sister had become her weapon her hands controlling the limp limbs with expertise few could out do. Hayida looked down at her hands as she thought over her past.. sighing heavily she stood and looked over at her companion and shook her head wondering if he knew how much pain it takes to truly break a human, her hand reached up as she clutched at her shirt front her breast plate laying on the ground forgotten for the moment, if her coat was to come open underneath the mesh would be a star shaped scar... stars had been her sisters favorite shape.. the scar had been self afflicted when Hayida had still been blank, waking days later covered in blood but alive her home in ruins.