Prologue/Chapter 1
Prologue~
I had been raised in a rich family. When I say rich family you probably think, "Oh, you lucky person!" But you're wrong there. Yeah I got what I wanted. Well, most of it.
My mother and father were always away on trips, so they were never here with me. They always told me they loved me when they saw me, but I was young and didn't really believe it since they were never home to see me or anything.
I was born a weapon. A bow and arrow to be exact. It may not seem special, but it is. I can be an arrow of these elements: Electric, Fire, Ice, Poison, and Shadow. I'm not like most weapons though. I have a choice; find a meister or be my own weapon. I'd prefer having a meister, I'd feel less lonely. Being my own weapon would be… awkward.
I've been trying to find a meister, but it hasn't been going well. Majority of people I've talked to call me crazy and leave. Why you wonder? I have a bit of OCD. If something isn't right… Well, it's not a pretty sight. Yes, I have an obsession with perfection. If it's not perfect, get it out of my face.
One last thing about myself; how could I forget this?! I was born an angel. A child in every other generation has a 25 percent chance of inheriting this. My grandmother is an angel, just like me. Being an angel, I'm able to use some magic and spells. It's up to me to discover and perfect this magic though, which isn't necessarily easy.
Chapter 1~
In search of a perfect meister, I ran away from home. No money, nothing. I traveled all over, fighting people, searching, and improving my skills. I went across the world, devoting all of my energy to my search. I got to a rather sandy, dry place, almost like a desert. That's when I passed out due to heat. I remember, I was almost to a city. I was determined to make it, but I didn't. I collapsed and closed my eyes. I wasn't fully asleep; I could still faintly hear things around me. After about 10 minutes of lying in the sand, I heard a voice. It said, "Guys! Come here! It's a girl. Looks like she's asleep! She looks exhausted though!" while holding me up a little bit."Ohhhh my!" yelled a short haired girl. "Is she okay?" asked another girl. "She's pretty beat looking," he replied to them. I tried sitting up but fell back down. I opened my eyes a little bit. I saw a boy. He had black hair and 3 white stripes on one side. "Oh, you opened your eyes! You look tired, don't push yourself, please. I'm taking you to my home to recover. You can go back to sleep, you're safe with me now," the boy told me. Feeling protected, I closed my eyes. He picked me up, and began walking home.
