Cordelia Labyrinth/History

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## Backstory

*Kill her! Kill her! Kill that tramp!*

The masses clamored for her death. Their fervent cries could be heard ringing throughout the streets. Why? Why was there so much hate for this girl of only fifteen? Her crime? Being born the daughter of a hated politician. In this corrupt broken world people like him held the reigns. But what could a simple man like him do once the people he had oppressed rose up against him? The people that had supported him fled as soon as they spotted the signs of an uprising leaving her father practically defenseless. So it was no wonder their family had fell so easily. The men of the household were put to death first. The women after and then the children last. Very premedieval methods if you asked her. Did these barbarians not realize how terrible their situation was going to become after their anger had ceased? Executing an entire family. Even the innocent babes was horrifying. It was a massacre. They would be looked at as monsters by other countries. The new government that the rebels had installed was a flimsy one at best and definitely wouldn't be recognized in the eyes of other world leaders. This new liberated country was doomed from the start.

She never resisted as she was pulled up the scaffold by two men. Her face paled at the sight of the guillotine before her. It was terribly cliche. This was the 21st century yet they were using a guillotine? If she could she would have rolled her eyes. Two hands fell upon her back, pushing her towards the chopping block. She almost stumbled but managed to catch herself. If she was going to meet her end she was going to do it with grace and dignity. The cries of the crowd below became even louder as she placed her head within the hole of the apparatus. These people were simply disgusting. Cheering for violence. Violence that would be used on a child. No matter what she would not give a reaction. She would not satisfy their sick desires. The large clock tower in the city chimed. It was the designated time for her short life to be brought to an end.

Somewhere within the crowd a hand reached up and threw something towards the scaffold. It landed before her. A wry smile formed on her lips. It was an apple. She loved apples. Too bad she wouldn't be able to have them anymore. Her eyes closed and she released a breath. The sharp blade was released and fell.

A girl. Only fifteen years of age. Lost her head.

## Current Life

Cordelia Labyrinth was an odd girl. Or so the other kids in the orphanage whispered. Hair black as spilled ink that flowed over her shoulders. Eyes dark like an ever consuming void. Lips red like an apple. It wasn't just her appearance that made her different from the other children. The girl acted like a miniature adult. While the others were playing about outside, her head would be stuck in the few books that the orphanage had. Knowledge was like water and Cordelia was the sponge. Every chance she got would study and learn. There would be times when she was taken into town by one of the matrons and given an chance to see this new world of hers. During one of these trips into town she managed to catch the eye of a visiting minor lord. Whether it was due to her appearance or how she could easily hold an intellectual conversation with a town scholar that piped his curiosity she didn't know. But what she did know was that she had been given a god-sent opportunity when the lord proposed to sponsor her education in the capital city of Ryke.

The lord told her that his House was on the verge of collapse because of wrongful investments and actions. Like many other Ryken nobles he was part of a particular faction. The Astalart faction they were called. Most members of this faction were wealthy nobles who had outstanding family legacies, significant status, or friends in high places. Astalart members had a conservative outlook on things. Often shaming people who held outspoken opinions and people that advocated for change. Noble dignity in this faction mattered a lot and members opposed such things that threatened to take away their prestige and wealth. The Astalart faction only tended to marry their sons and daughters off to other nobles within the faction as to not 'pollute' the bloodline and allow outsiders into the faction. The most common goal within this faction was power and status. His House falling to such a low point made him the biggest joke of Astalart. He saw promise in her. It was then Cordelia understood what was being asked of her. He wanted her to become somebody important. Somebody that could move mountains so that his House's prestige could be rebuilt. She thought the man was a fool. Having to resort to relying on a young girl for such a thing. But she took the offer anyways. It was extremely beneficial for her. Though somewhere in her head she was on guard about this. The lord never stated any terms nor conditions. What happened if she failed? However she knew she wouldn't. She was confident she could do this. Cordelia had picked up a lot of things from her father in her first life after all.

Thus began their partnership and the start of a new story.