Damien turned the last page of the book. This was probably the fifth time he finished Inheritance, he loved the series of books to death. He looked at the clock of the local library.

"Shoot!" He rasped, "It's almost 9 PM!"

He put down the book on the return desk and walked quickly out the door. He lost track of time, his parents would be on the lookout for him and he needed to get home quickly. He put on a bicycle helmet and unchained a green and black hybrid bike from a rack and began to race home. Legs moving like pistons he powered onwards towards his house, which was about 30 minutes away.

"My parents are going to kill me!" He moaned.

As he rounded a hill he saw 2 figures silhouetted in the darkness. He narrowed his eyes and after a lucky break of cloud cover the moonlight revealed a man chasing someone with a knife. Not thinking Damien pedaled faster, trying ever so hard to knock into the man who wielded the knife. The man heard the sounds of Damien's bike too late and Damien crashed into him. Both bodies landed heavily on the ground, knife clattered a few feet away. Damien got up first, he ran towards the knife but then the assailant grabbed his foot and tripped him. Damien tried to scrabble back up but the man was faster, grabbing unto the knife and staring at Damien with wild eyes.

"You had to butt in! You could have turned the other way, but no! Someone's always got to be a hero!" He spat in Damien's face. Damien took a step back and glanced around. "Eyes here!" The man screamed, charging at Damien.

Damien ducked under the man's wide swipe and picked up a large stick, he swung wide and the man dodged to the side, stepping on a rock and spraining his ankle. The man howled in pain as his leg twisted on the uneven footing, Damien took the opportunity to downswing at the man's head, he crumpled on the ground. Damien turned to find the person he rescued, he saw a young woman, maybe in her mid 20's.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

"Do I look alright!?" she retorted angrily. "That guy tried to murder me, all because I stole 100 stupid bucks off him at the night club!" She kicked at his sides.

"Hey stop that!" Damien ran up to her, grabbing her hands, "He's already knocked out, you don't need to do that, you could kill him!"

The woman struggled against his hold and kneed Damien in the pelvis. Damien felt weak at the knees and the woman pushed him, right unto the road and right unto oncoming traffic. The driver of a semi-truck didn't have time to slow down and Damien in slow motion saw exactly what was going to happen. He closed his eyes, preparing for the flash of pain, but felt nothing but an odd warmth. It was dark wherever he was and he could barely move. All of a sudden he was brought into bright light and cold. He felt massive hands cradling him and opened his eyes, in front of his face were two people he had never seen before, one of them, an exhausted woman looked at him with very satisfied eyes and hugged him, bringing his face to her chest. He tried moving his head but found even attempting to do so impossible, he moved his arms and looked at stubby little appendages.

Whats going on! He thought as alarms went off in his head, he tried to speak but found even opening his mouth a labor. Even then the noises that escaped his mouth was no better than high pitched babble.

"He's trying to speak already? We have a smart child our little Faris."

"…who…what?" Damien tried to observe his surroundings, but the light blinded him, he tried to turn his head, but the slightest movements felt exhausting, even moving his hands to his face was nearly impossible, as he raised them higher and higher he saw something strange, his hands were shriveled and shrunk compared to normal, and the skin was much pinker and lighter than his normal tanned tone. As his eyes slowly began to adjust he saw two very unfamiliar people. The one holding him was a woman with light hair cropped close to her shoulder and ending in slight curls. Sweat plastered her tired face but she had a look of joy so profound Damien began to smile back on reflex.

"He's smiling at me Bergan!" The woman laughed out with joy, turning to the man besides her. His body was muscular and covered in light scars, his face sported a large black beard and bald or shaven head, his eyes twinkled as he smiled at Damien, both of them where huge, in fact, everything around him was so huge he wondered whether he was having a dream about living amongst giants. He pondered this as the room became even brighter as a flap of cloth was torn open and in stepped a pretty young woman with thick brown curls and bright eyes. At her feet was the largest cat he'd ever seen, it looked almost feral with its top fangs just barely jutting out. Coated in long black fur with eyes glowing a light blue.

Damien began having a creeping feeling as his eyes turned to the cat, barely able to even keep his head up. He looked at the cat, then back at the woman who had a ladle in her hand with which she poured down a green strong-smelling liquid down the blond woman's mouth, who grimaced afterwards.

"Tut tut," The woman with bright eyes retorted. "You need the medicine to keep your strength, the birth was hard on both of you, it's a miracle you both survived, and my job is to keep that miracle going."

The woman nodded, and extended her hands to the man, who handed Damien over, at this point, Damien realized that it wasn't them who were huge, but he who was small, as the realization dawned on him with increasing levels of confusion, alarm, and a flurry of other mixed emotions he began to cry. Leaving his tiny mouth were the loud screams of a baby.

"Aw… what's wrong with him?" The woman holding Damien nuzzled her screaming child and began to nurse him. Despite his thoughts and embarrassment Damien's instincts as a baby took over and he immediately began to suck, falling into a drowsy stupor. The last thing he saw before drifting off to sleep was a little girl, about 10 or 11, looking at him with tired violet eyes and a cynical expression.