Chapter 1
Our village was one of the biggest of the great clan territories. We were the Clan born in the mountains. There was only one way to get trade, by the Narms, or giant carrying birds, that would fly up and down the mountains. They would Tie rope around their chest to hold the cargo. It would dangle over 2 miles at maximum height, under the birds. Another advantage to living so up high in the mountains, is we don't get attacked at all by soldiers. Sometimes we would have to fight off dragons or such, so we have air militia.
They would often carry crossbows so they can ride on Dragoons, or small dragons used for fighting, and shoot from a distance. My dad was one. I always wanted to be one... only if they would change the laws that women could be air militia. That would be cool. But no.
I was 7 when my mom died. We were in our house. She was making dinner and i was playing with my little ball. Then, All of the sudden, our windows busted open. I was stunned as a man dressed in full black broke in and slit my moms neck open. I screamed and grabbed a little knife from the little table in the living room and slit the mans leg, and as he was on the floor, I stabbed him, pulled the blade out and then stabbed again, and again, and again. Tears racing down my face as it was happening. My hands were covered in blood as I walked out into the streets.
That's when, everybody started screaming, panicking. As I slowly approached the small pool of water, my dad, along with the rest of militia, surrounded me. My dad approached me, and my heart dropped. Before he could say anything, I grabbed his hand and started to pull him home. I was thoughtless. We stepped into to opened doorway. He saw the mysterious man in black, stabbed about 15 times in the chest, and then, Mom. My dad fell on his knees. "Why...why...WHY?" he cried.
Then, my body started to move itself. I wasn't moving it myself. I took the knife... and stabbed my dad. His scream was heard throughout the villege. I pulled the knife out. and then slit the back of his neck. I senced something was behind me. It was a militia soldier! I jumped through the window and ran! THe militia soldier on my tail. I ran towards the giant rock wall, so I can climb my way out of this mess, but the militia caught up to me, and grabbed me by the leg. I struggled to get out of it, but it didnt work.
At that moment, I blacked out... and when i woke up... he was dead. His neck was sliced open. Could I have done that? Of corse it was me... Who else would be able to? I threw the knife at the ground, and continued to the wall. As I got closer to the wall, I realised that the rock was not going to be easy to climb. But, as i started to climb, I had second thoughts. I climbed for about 10 minutes, then i came up on a trail. Thats when I heard the bells ring from the church down at the villege. I was scared, so I started to dig a hole in the hard ground.
I tried my best, but when I was halfway done, my fingers started bleeding. I knew that if I got caught, it would be an asylum, or execution. I turned and saw the dragoons fly up in the air. I know they were looking for me. I started to dig as fast i possibly can. I heard a huge thump right behind me, and thought, "This is it". I slowly turned my head to see a dragoon standing tall with a captain on its back. At that moment, I had fainted.