Meng Sen Xian
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| - | '''Meng Sen Xian''' | + | '''Meng Sen Xian''' (''Men-g, Zen, Ja-ahn'') was a true creation of darkness, a sinister, black-silked wreathed little shadow, nurtured in the tender, dark marked arms of her mother, '''Xiu.''' Her feeble father, who will remain nameless as even the name in print would make her wish to tear out her hair in rage,… was simply put, a squashed, shaking bug on the heel of her beautiful mother’s sharp stiletto. Xiu was a faithful Death Eater, even once serving her time in [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Azkaban Azkaban] while pregnant with her child whom she knew would grow to be a loyal and as willing to eradicate the earth of all mixed blood. |
She was certainly right. As Meng became a toddler, she would seclude herself from other children around their home, always following her mother as though she were some sort of reverential Queen; Meng was in awe of the grace and determination that hung around her mother’s body like a cape, and as a little girl she was always trying to get under it, trying to steal some of that glory for herself. | She was certainly right. As Meng became a toddler, she would seclude herself from other children around their home, always following her mother as though she were some sort of reverential Queen; Meng was in awe of the grace and determination that hung around her mother’s body like a cape, and as a little girl she was always trying to get under it, trying to steal some of that glory for herself. | ||
Revision as of 03:16, 27 June 2007
This article is about Meng Sen Xian, a Death Eater at large in the world of Incantatem.
History
Meng Sen Xian (Men-g, Zen, Ja-ahn) was a true creation of darkness, a sinister, black-silked wreathed little shadow, nurtured in the tender, dark marked arms of her mother, Xiu. Her feeble father, who will remain nameless as even the name in print would make her wish to tear out her hair in rage,… was simply put, a squashed, shaking bug on the heel of her beautiful mother’s sharp stiletto. Xiu was a faithful Death Eater, even once serving her time in Azkaban while pregnant with her child whom she knew would grow to be a loyal and as willing to eradicate the earth of all mixed blood.
She was certainly right. As Meng became a toddler, she would seclude herself from other children around their home, always following her mother as though she were some sort of reverential Queen; Meng was in awe of the grace and determination that hung around her mother’s body like a cape, and as a little girl she was always trying to get under it, trying to steal some of that glory for herself.
….Then Queen Xiu died, and all those highly praised stories of Voldemort and her own mother’s love for pureblood rule became locked away, like a Pandora’s Box, forever forgotten as she was adopted by a British family, and, a few months after her eleventh birthday, sent off to Hogwarts. She was sorted in to Ravenclaw (of course), and was a brainchild of sorts, due to the lessons her mother had drilled into her a few years prior to attending. Meng had passed all her tests with flying colors, gained a few memorable friends, and had the hope of, one day…perhaps becoming a Care of Magical Creatures Professor at the School…; until another event wrenched her life down a very familiar path.
The stench of death and powerful curses filled the air, on the once relatively quiet plot of land along the streets of Hogsmeade. All students were commanded to flee to the train, Aurors were gathering them up and eagerly shooing them into the opposite direction; Meng, jostled by the arms of frightened schoolmates, had an image of the scene in her head all the while. There were four of them. Four Death Eaters, blasting their curses with such elegance that they seemed as though they were conducting an orchestra, the music the swelling screams of Aurors fighting them permeated through the smoke. Meng was wrenched from the twisted picture when she was violently shoved into one of the train compartments, where a group of half bloods were sitting, jabbering, pressed against the window. They were saying cruel things…commenting on how ruthless the Death Eaters were, how ugly, how vain, how stupid…how stupid they were, to follow a man that would never even show himself to the Magical World…
These words were the key that unlocked the insanity. And, most of all…the intense love for her mother, who was neither ugly, vain or stupid, and most certainly did not follow a weak superior. It all happened like a lighting flash, the sudden change, but now that the chaos was released, she would never go back.
