Being Alone
I'm not sure how to write about this so I'll just start and hope I can put it in words as I go.
It must have been the first time I was ever alone, because up until then I'd been sharing chains with my mother as far as my memory goes back but I remember them coming for me. Before they lead me away they beat her in front of me, it may be hard to understand but they didn't need a reason for these things.
Time down there is measured darks, not days. A dark is I'm guessing about eighteen hours but we just roughly kept time in our heads so I'm not really sure if it was longer or shorter. Many times I'm sure it must have been one or the other.
I was taken to a small chamber with an upright bed they strapped me to and...In a period of perhaps ten or twenty darks they carved some kind of writing on me with a black knife. I can't be sure how long it took because I would pass out frequently, the pain became so intense that each time I woke up I thought that the next time I blacked out I wouldn't wake up ever again.
I had the scars up until about two three before we met and they were a constant problem. After I discovered myself I realized what they were, they somehow caused me (given even the smallest emotional uncertainty) to burn energy under my skin in some way that could harm anyone touching me. As I became stronger, so did they... the miracle of Alice's birth is in part the miracle that Vasten survived a single night in my arms.
Before the scars were removed I was forced to use increasingly drastic measures to hide this side to myself. At first I could simply wear a dress that had wires running from bracelets to the ground inside the hem, but as time went by this wasn't enough. Eventually I had a suit made, imagine that ring-like armor some people wear but light enough for me to move around in if you will. It was unbearably cold in the winter but I could at least wear a thick cloak over it during those months. To be honest I'm still amazed to this day that people didn't find it strange to see a woman wearing such, but I guess that's the outskirts to a degree.
Given how I am now it must seem strange to imagine me being unable to touch anyone for fear of hurting them, without a grounding rod or some equivalent. But I actually lived this way for several years and it wasn't until shortly before Alice was born that I finally had them removed.
Until very recently I had assumed what they did to me had some significance or greater motive behind it but I'm not so sure anymore. The first drow that I spared told me a great deal about how they treat their captives. It's very likely that I was just a toy, some kind of caged wild animal for them to prove their superiority or even just for their amusement.
I should write here on my mother's death but I don't feel I can. From what little I have told you I hope you can answer your own questions on this as I still can't bare myself to that memory. For now I'll have to stop but eventually I'll be able to get onto happier things to write about.
I love and miss you so much dearest.