She was pulled out of her book, and the world of magic, when the teacher told them they would have a new student in their 20 kid grade level. She ignored the rest, trying her hardest not to laugh or smile when the world faded away around her, and she was in her book, living the world of the female hero, Jinx. When, suddenly she was pulled out once more, making her drop her Vultuous Mask, and put on her agitated mask on instead.
She looked at the boy that stared at her silently, asking her if he could sit next to her. She nodded and put on her Vultuous Mask, she had inherited from her mother. No one really knew where her mother got it from, but Shy only knew that it was put on ever since her birth, only faded pictures of her mother in her youth showed her without the mask Shy carried around her, a safety blanket in the storm raging around her. Another thing that most people noticed about Shy was that she had a camera constantly attached to her eye when she was outside and thought no one would notice.
"I'm Thanatos, and you are?" The boy asked Shy, making her take off her mask without noticing it, and made the boy actually see her, confused.
"I'm Shy Night, and I like being a loner." She told him, her voice faraway from her body, but it seemed to carry a sad tune to it when it reached the boy's ears.
"Well, Shy, the teacher told me you'd be my guide." Thanatos told Shy as she nodded and motioned him to follow her to their next class.
"Thank you, Shy, will see you that way you can lead me to my next class." Thanatos told Shy once more as she nodded and sat by the windows, looking at the world outside, where the storm raged on surrounding her and her small safety blanket that she had from when her mother died.
'Why does the storm rage around me?' Shy asks herself, but then she knows why, she is the only child born in the history of the town born on the night the moon bled red, and only a child's faint cry was heard when everyone was scared of the world around them. Shy nodded at the thought and looked at the board as the art teacher told them what they would be doing, self portraits. It was the worst thing that the teacher could have given Shy, but then again, Shy knew well enough how to blend the colors to make her seem like she was something not human.
Shy began silenlty sketching out how the background would appear, dark and light surrounding her, as the moon over head bled red. This was how Shy seemed to think the night looked when she was born, and her mother unlike the town's people was not scared of the night and what it would bring. Shy continued sketching the background and then added herself to the picture. Her eyes round and holding the icy winds that raged inside of her, her skin paler than the moon, so unhealthy looking, and lastly her hair, mixed with colors that it seemed to a a sunset in motion constantly surrounding her face.