Millie creeped through the grass. She was looking around all over the place. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration, yet her mouth was stretched out wide across her face, showing she was having fun. "Where are you?" She whispered into the air. She heard a giggle. "I can hear you, but I can't see you..." Her brown eyes widened as she spoke. She saw some black hair in the grass and then a red eye looking up at her. She laughed. "Hmmm...I wonder where she is..." She bent down and grabbed a little girl by the waist. The girl let out a squeal, but then laughed along with her. The girl had long, wavy black hair that went down to her shoulders. She had one red eye and one brown eye and wore a yellow, orange and brown outfit. Millie was basically a bigger version of her, only, unlike the other dragon hunters, she had two brown eyes. She sat down on Millie's lap and cuddled up to her. "Found you, my dear..." Millie cooed. She stroked the girl's hair and kissed her head. The girl looked Millie in the eyes. "Mummy?" She asked. "Yes, dear?" Millie replied. "When can I meet Daddy and my four brothers?" She had a serious look on her face when she asked it. Millie sighed: "Look, dear. I loved your father. We had such a close relationship, but after a while, he turned sour. When we had you and your brothers, he hated you just because you were a girl. We made a deal. He got to keep the four boys and I got to keep you. You won't remember, but he punched and kicked you. I hated it. So I left him."
"How long ago was this?"
"Four years ago...when you were born..." The girl knew she had no chance at meeting the rest of her family, and even though they had treated her terribly, she desperately wanted to meet them. "So...you named me? Not daddy?" She asked her mother as she hugged her once again. "Yes, dear. Your father had already thought of boys names. Boys names he liked. So he named the boys. There was the eldest: Oscar. The second eldest: Phillipe. The second youngest: Connor. And the youngest: Peter. And I got to name you."
"What was daddy's name?"
"Michael."
"Mommy?"
"Yes dear?"
"Why did you name me what you did?"
"Because your name is beautiful. I always had faith in having a little girl. And I got you. So of course, I named you after what I believed in–Faith." Faith smiled and hugged her mother tighter. All of a sudden, they heard a bang. Millie stood up and looked around. She saw nothing, but heard another bang. She turned in Faith's direction and, stood a few feet away from her, was a bald man who wore a top hat. He had a moustache and appeared the same age as Millie. He was holding a rifle. He shot. Faith had no idea what was happening, so Millie ran infront of her and was shot in the stomach. She took to the ground. The man started to run. He ran fast. Before anyone saw him. Faith looked down at Millie and gasped. "Mummy?" She asked. She kneeled down beside her. Millie stroked her cheek. "Faith, my little baby...I'm so sorry...I can't stay with you...I have to go now..." Millie tried to put it as simply as she could. Faith looked confused: "Go...where? And why can't I come?"
"To where–it is a secret. And I don't want you to come because...I want you to be safe...here..." Faith looked down at her mother sadly: "No...mummy...don't leave me...stay with me...please?" Millie's eyes teared up. "I'm sorry, my dear...I have to go...I don't have a choice..." And just like that, her hand fell and her eyes shut closed. "Mummy?" Faith asked, shaking her arm. "Mummy, wake up!" She shook her arm harder and still, nothing happened. She started to cry. "MUMMY, PLEASE!" She got no answer. She layed on the ground, crying, and eventually, she cried herself to sleep...