In the beginning, I hadn't known anything. I didn't know what made the trees grow or what made the sun rise and fall. I didn't know what friends were, or the happiness you get from laughing with them. I didn't know that there was anything more than my small village, and the seemingly endless forest that surrounded it. All I knew, was the darkness that cast over the eyes of those around me whenever I would pass. All I knew, was that I was hated for what I was. That I was despised with the deepest loathing from the bottom of an endless pit of misery and loneliness.
I didn't know why they loathed me so, for they were of the same breed as me. Maybe I was deformed, blemished beyond repair. Maybe the reason they cast their eyes away from my shriveled being, was that I was too hideous to look at. Maybe the reason Cheif Zircoff decided it was best that I spent the rest of my life rotting in the deepest dungeon he could create, was because I was a too terrible sight for the sun to bear everyday. Maybe he didn't want my hideousness to blemish the sky, for its beauty could never be matched, and a repulsive creature like me should be allowed nowhere near such extravagance. Or maybe it was because he feared what I would do when I found out the true reason behind all of the mistreatment I recieved from him and the rest of the village.
The first time I experienced the rotten nature of my neighbors, was when I was at the young age of five. It was the middle of the night, and my mother and father were arguing with some villagers who apparently had spent, "...enough time waiting." I could tell my parents were trying to be quiet, as to try not to wake me, but ultimately failed when the yelling got louder, and their bloodcurtling screams filled the air. I, peeking through the doorway silently, watched in utter horror as my parents were brutally murdered right before my eyes. Trembling, I whispered,
"Mommy?"
Heads snapped towards my small figure, and evil smiles curled up on blood stained faces.
"There she is!"