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My Name Is Jane

Summary:
Jane, the infamous apathatic member of the Voultri. But what had happend to her to make her into the emotionally dead, figure we see today? My take on the story of Jane.


Notes:
I've noticed that there seems to be a great lack of stories about Jane and Alec, so I decided to go ahead and write one from her side of the story. Please Review!


1. Chapter 1 - The days before

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Dearest Diary,

I found this book today while walking back from the fields with Alec. It was hidden in a small hole my favorite oak tree. I wonder if someone left it there for me to find. Although, that does seem unlikely since the whole village hates my family. You see they think Alec and I are witches. Sometimes I wonder myself. I don’t understand why people fall to the ground screaming when I become angry with them. Father becomes livid when this happens, but it is not my fault! I don’t mean for it to happen! I wish I could be normal so that I could play with the other children instead of being confined to the house. At least I have Alec. I don’t know what I would do without him. He says that we shouldn’t be ashamed of our gifts, and that the villagers are just jealous. I want to believe him but from the looks when we our seen by the townsfolk, including our parents, it makes me think otherwise.

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Dearest Diary,

It has been three days since I last wrote in you, for nothing eventful happened until today. We went into town for the first time in many weeks for fresh cloth. The villagers kept away from us and gave us looks to tell us that we were not wanted there. I have learned to ignore these looks so it did not bother me as much as it used to. It was not in until we were in the trading post, that my temper flared. Alec and I had brought timber to trade for the cloth, but the lady would not take it. She said:

“I do not trade provisions with the devils workers. Now leave.”

She had no right to treat us this way, and told her as much. She looked down at me, most likely about to make another comment about not assisting the devils children, but she met my eyes and feel to the ground screaming in obvious agony. I did not mean to hurt her however much she deserved it. I wanted to apologize but Alec and I had to flee the shop before anyone came to investigate the source of the noise. But the most curious thing happened on the way out of town. A man was standing at the edge of the village leaning against a tree. I expected him to stop us and drag us back to be questioned, but instead he just watched us pass with a smile on his face. I wonder if he was an angel? He was beautiful enough to be one, with long black hair and skin that was as white as the snow around him. But why would an angel smile at me, after I had just tortured a woman?

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Dearest Diary,

Another two days have passed. Yesterday we had to flee our house after we heard father talking with the some men about giving us to the town to be burned. Alec and I gathered out few belongings and climbed out the back window. For now we have made camp in a small clearing a few miles away from town. It is snowing again and even near the fire it is cold. I know we will have to find better shelter soon or I fear we will freeze. Alec says we need to move even farther from town, because the townsfolk are going to hunt for us. I asked him if he really thought they would go out into weather like this just to find us. He said he believes they will.

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Dearest Diary,

Alec was right. They did come for us. It was near dawn when a rustling sound awoke us. I opened my eyes to find that we were surrounded by men with bows and swords. They told us not to move or they would shoot. They held knifes to our throats and tied up our hands, before dragging us back to town. Now I sit with Alec in a small room with no windows. I will not deny that I am terrified. I never expected to die at thirteen. I am horrified at the thought of being burned at the stakes. And most of all I am frightened that I will not go to heaven. Alec says that it is silly to worry that we will not go to heaven because we haven’t done anything wrong. But what about all of those people I unintentionally tortured? Will god understand that it was an accident and forgive me? Or am I really a child of the devil? I do not know. All I am sure of is that tomorrow we will die a horrible death for things that are out of our control. This is the last time I will write in this book, for it will burn with me.

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