This is something that I thought I just put out there. Of course it consists of the one and only Gaara. I have an obession to satisfy after all. : )
The wind blew gracefully through the trees, giving off a teasing whistle. A cool day for summer. The morning sun never wakened me from my slumber for the trees shields me from its rays. A beautiful morning indeed.
Living in the forest, away from people is not bad as it seems. I quite enjoy it. I hate people after all. And that's only because they hate me. I dont know their reason for it. Maybe its because I practice witchcraft. Maybe its because I know the secret of immortality and I refuse to share it with them. Maybe its because I'm the daughter of a powerful witch and a strong demon. . . .
All well . . . It doesn't matter. I live, while everyone around me dies. And when they do, I spit on their graves. They deserve it.
My name is Umeko Thorn. I am the love-child of Aurelia Thorn and William Courtland. I still don't know the reason my demon of a father would want my witch of a mother, but I don't really care now that I think of it.
Day in and day out, I practice my craft. I have mastered more spells, hexes, and know many potions, and created, more than any other witch could. I will say that I am the strongest witch around, maybe the strongest in the world.
But one day, I couldn't have predicted this. . . My forest was on fire. None of my watercrafts could stop it. From what I could tell, it was fueled by the hatred of the villagers that lived near by. I only go there for supplies. I could only guess how they found out about me, where I lived. I could see their shadows beyond the flames.
I had to get out fast. I would hate to live with burnt skin for the rest of my eternity. I took all I could from my little cabin and fled. It was a good thing that I didn't have much. With the wind in my hair, I took flight. The myth about witches flying around on broomsticks is not true. But we do have the power of flight. Like all vampires, we float up in the sky. We don't have great speed, but the spell of invisibility. And that is how I escaped.
Several hours have past before I finally had to rest. I had to find out where the hell I was. I knew I went south, so I must be in Sand country. The terrain was proof of that. I look upon the barren wasteland with grief. My whole world was gone in an instant. I sighed heavily, looking down at my feet. These feet have traveled most of the known world. My black boots were slightly muddy.
I was at the very edge of the forest of Stone country. I was leaning against a tree, but I sat in sand. Nothing like taking a long break from flying. The power of flight didn't hurt me, but I'm still not used to the height I have to travel by. Everything looks so small from there.
I sighed. I truly had nothing to live for. I never had really. Both my parents were murdered by God's followers. My mother, Aurelia was burned at the stakes. My father, William, he got his head cut off by warrior angels. They put it on a pike, parading it around saying all demons will be next.
I know that my parents didn't deserve their fates. My mother only used her powers to defend herself, and the orphan children she was in charge of. My mother was a kind woman. She was a catholic nun that took care of the orphan children.
Yes, she was a nun, who secretly was a witch. Aurelia figured that being among the enemy was the safest way. And it was, for a while. . .
Short, yes, I know. Then again, Rome wasn't built in a day.
By: Rasaroara