I'm not entirely sure where this idea came from but I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. ~ Thirteen
"Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression." - Dr. Haim Ginott
Makai Territory of Alaric:
200 Years Ago
The child that Madari had fished from the river was quite the sight. The toddling Andara was fascinated by his large crimson colored eyes as she peered around her big brother's leg. The baby fixed its eyes on hers, and Andara toddled closer, only to have Kisuke pull her back.
She looked up at him, with large curious brown eyes, and Kisuke squatted down to her level and whispered in her ear, "That kid is dangerous, you should stay away from him."
Andara followed her brother's orders, at least until she passed by the cave where the baby was kept and her curiosity got the best of her.
The cave was dark and dingy, except for the dim glow of a fire near the back. She could see the figure of a large bulky demon ahead and decided that it must be Frey, the leader of their little thieving village. Andara moved forward without any hesitation. She scowled childishly as Frey's large hand patted her head cheerily, "Hello Andara come to see the new addition to our little family?"
The child swatted at Frey's hand, trying to move so that she might get a better view.
"Wassits name?"
Frey looked at her oddly, "I hadn't thought of one," he laughed then, "What do you think it should be?"
Andara's face scrunched up, a sign that she was thinking intensely, "Chiisai!"
Frey roared with laughter, clapping Andara on the back so hard that the child stumbled forward, "Nice try kid but I don't think Chiisai will strike fear into the hearts of our marks."
Andara crossed her arms stubbornly, looking the baby directly in the eyes, "Chiisai!" She said with authority.
From that point forward that is what she called him.