Chapter 1-Childhood
From the moment I was born, I was destined to be a great fighter, but being the daughter of a necromancer and a demon, life wasn't easy. Even though I was more human looking than them, with fair skin, and light brown hair, the inhuman thing about me, was my crimson red eyes. It didn't matter to me though; I loved my parents despite what others said. They had given up their powers, and positions for each other, and for me. Although neither of them were considered human among the Erathians, they are the most humanly beings I've ever known in my whole life.
My father was a demon, he looked nearly like all other demons, it the exception that his horns had been broken when he gave up his powers and immortality to be with my mother. My mother was a necromancer; to become a necromancer, one gave up their soul to be able to lift soldiers from the dead. Her eyes seemed lifeless and hollow; they would have been beautiful, if they weren't clouded and dim as they seemed. She had given up her powers as well, but life as a necromancer drains your youth slowly, her charcoal hair hung long and thin, and she appeared thin and frail.
When I was about five, began to go to school; it was tolerable until one day when I became furious at a boy who wouldn't stop teasing me. He loudly blurted rude and unnecessary comments, "Hey Emmion! Can you summon me a demon, or a ghost, or skeleton! One that throws fire balls, or maybe a--" And before He could finish, I turned around and punched him straight in the face making him fall down with a bloody nose. Then I contently walked away, but few minutes later a instructor came, grabbed me by my shoulder, and pulled me inside to lecture me about morals or something, because apparently I was the one who should be getting spoken to on the subject. In a little while my parents came in, I was so relieved, they asked me to leave to room, so I did, last thing I heard from the teacher was a laugh and her saying, "So she can't listen." I closed the door and sat outside.
After almost an hour of listening to random yells and silences, my parents came out and sat on each side me. "Am I in trouble?" I asked.
"We do not know," my mother said in a soft voice.
"That's what we're going to ask you." My father said patting my head.
"Why would I know?"
"How about an easier question, did you beat that boy up?"
"Well I punched him, but he was making fun of me, and I know he meant some of it about you, both of you!" tears began welling in my eyes.
"There, there" my mother said, "we'll set things straight." They got up again, and went back into the room. In a few minutes, they emerged to say, "Emmion, starting to tomorrow, you're going to be tough everything by us."
I stood up and yelled, "Hurray!" My dad picked me up on his shoulders and I grabbed onto his ears, "Most kids are a little disappointed when they hear this news." He laughed.
"Well it doesn't matter, cause I don't have any friends." I laughed
"Well, we're gonna have to change that."
"Hurray!!" They both laughed and we went home.
After about a month of home school, I finally did get a friend, a griffin, named Gavin. He was beautiful, with white feathers, shining blue eyes and an expression that looked like he always smiling. He was really young, only a baby, so he either hung around on my shoulders, which actually didn't hurt much, or played out in the field with me. I was so happy to be with my family and have a wonderful friend. Life was so perfect, it couldn't have gotten better. I truly wish it could have stayed.
After a year of beautiful perfection there was thunderous knock at the door, and when my father opened it, a man ran in and put him to the floor, more ran in and found my mother. In all of the confusion, I ran and hid a cabinet, I didn't know where Gavin was, and I prayed that he had gotten out. I heard slow foot steps coming closer to my hiding place. The man opened the cabinet quickly and I screamed and tried to run, but he caught me and carried by the back of my shirt, I squirmed to get out of his grasp, but the attempt was futile.
When we got to the room were everybody was, I saw my parents, they were tied up, on their knees, and beaten up so hard were bleeding out of theirs mouths. The carrying me laughed, "I found her, she was hiding!" he dropped me onto the hard wood floor, and they all laughed as I curled up into a ball, as if it would make ne less visible. "What should we do with her?" one of the men yelled. "Paralysis!" another hooted.
"Yeah!" they all bellowed, there was a sharp pain in my back, next thing I knew, I couldn't move.
"You monsters!" my mother screamed. Hurting surged through my body as I tried to close my eyes, but I couldn't, I tried so hard, but I could not move a muscle. After an agonizing hour of seeing those horrible people brutally torture my parents, they were lying on the floor dead. And I still couldn't move. Then men in my house, put me in a cage, and left me to hang in a well. After a day, the paralysis wore off and I couldn't stop crying. Lived in the well for a while, and cried for help until my voice was gone.
I lost track of the days and nights that I had spent in that well, but one night, I felt like my soul was gone, and all could say was, "Help...help…help…help…" in a hoarse voice, when, at last, I heard another voice say, "Is there somebody down there?"