January 18 1538 B.C.E
My family is the royal family. We became royalty in 1675B.C.E. We ruled very well until one day we found some of our people were starting to disappear rapidly. As we prepared to investigate we found out that we did not have to. For at that moment tons of screams were being yelled in fright.
At first the screams came from far off, but all of the sudden the screams were very close to our palace. Whatever it was, it was coming fast and for us. My father, out of love hid my sisters and me, in a cell that was underground so that we were safe. A few days passed. We were lucky that we had food down here. The door started to open. Could it only have taken that long to get rid of a threat that had scared all of our people? No, Impossible. Either Father had won and had come to get us or the threat had found us. As the door began to open more we realized that it was our father, but it didn't exactly look like him. His facial features were about the same, but there were a few things that were different about him. Just then I realized that he wasn't alone. Behind him there was a woman. Mother? But she was gone?
Behind mother there were a few peasants that were my age and some middle aged console man. At least they resembled them. They all looked buffer and as I looked very close I realized that their eyes were different somehow, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Father started to advance towards us very rapidly. I knew that it was the end of us, but up to me to try and save my sisters. I looked around at my little sisters, seeing the pure adrenaline and fear in their eyes. I stood exactly in between my Father, protecting my sisters from father and mother. That is when I had first really noticed the difference. Father's eyes used to have hazel eyes. Now they were a bright red. All of the peoples eyes were.
The next instant, I was on the floor, shrieking in agony. I had been hit by father and hurled to the other side of the room and had hit my head on the marble walls. Even though I was in agony, I stood up, ready to fight anyone to protect my young sisters from the fate that was ahead for me. Death… it was my one true ally.
I would welcome it with open arms. I would not try to fight with my own destiny. I knew that Father was going to ruin this family and I was not about to just watch it happen. I looked at Ali, Briana, and Courtney. They were so young, so free-spirited, and so loveable.
The next thing I remember was that I was lying on the floor, unconscious. It was the end of me. It had to be, but no, it was not. It was actually my beginning.