Oscar kept his promise. He never let her down. Through the years, Faith continued being beaten up by her father and brothers, but Oscar was never amused by it. He got himself hurt just so he could be there for his sister. He was the nicest person she had ever met. Honestly, even nicer than her mother. Faith loved him. With all of her heart. She didn't have any space in her heart for her other brothers or father because she only loved Oscar. He was the only one there for her. It had been 11 years now and Faith was still being abused by her family. She woke to the sound of footsteps walking up to her. The footsteps were loud as if someone was stomping on the ground with anger. She knew it was her father. He walked right up to her and stuck his finger in her face: "How dare you be late! I told you to get started with hunting our food at 5pm!" Faith looked up at the sky and cocked her head to the side. "By looking at the sky, I can tell that it is 3 minutes past 5..." She turned back to her father who looked at her even more rudely. "Get to work!" He shouted, kicking her in the stomach. He walked away and she rolled her eyes. She had gotten use to being kicked or punched by now, so it didn't really bother her any more. She stood up and brushed the dust off of her clothes; then starting to tie her hair back with a small vine her brother found. She walked over to the small room her father had made in their hut and sat down next to Phillipe. "What are you doing?" He asked as his attention turned to her. She shrugged. At that moment, Michael walked up to her with Connor and Peter following. "Did I say you could sit down?" He asked sternly. Again, she just shrugged. Connor launched forward with a punch. He hit her right in the face. She fell onto the ground making all the boys laugh. "Go hunting now. I'm hungry." Michael said as he and the boys walked away. In an instant, Oscar ran up to Faith, looking like he had just got out of bed. "FAITH!" He screamed, going over to help her up. She sat up straight and wiped a bit of blood away from her nose. "Oh my gosh!" Oscar screamed, moving closer to her so he could wipe more of the blood away. She jerked back. "I'll be fine..." She murmured. He frowned: "No you won't..."
"Oscar...I appreciate you always being there for me, but...I need to become more independent okay?" Oscar nodded. He didn't want to make her mad. "I just...wanted to keep my promise..." She sighed: "Thanks, Oscar."
"Also, if you are gonna become more independent, why don't you punch them back?" Faith pondered that thought. Her mother always told her not to be violent. Was it really the answer? "We'll see..." She spoke in a quiet voice. She walked through one of the rooms to find Phillipe sat down. 'Here's my chance...' she thought to herself. "Hey, Phillipe!" She said, walking towards him. "What?" He shouted back, sternly. He stood right in front of her, hardly inches away. She brought her fist back and punched him in the forehead. He shrieked, fell to the ground and cried his eyes out. "Wimp!" She laughed before running away to hunt. Going to hunt was an everyday thing. She had learnt to face the dangers and knew how to fight. In fact, she was pretty good at it. She jumped over a large log, continuing to search for food. All of a sudden, she heard rustling. She turned around and saw a man, hiding between the long blades of grass. He ran up to her and tried to attack her. She easily dodged the attack and pulled out a sword that Oscar had made for her. The man lifted his head and she saw that he looked just like the man from when she was young–the man who killed her mother. As she looked closer, she could see some differences. He obviously wasn't the same man. She kept saying this in her head. Man. But he was her age. She narrowed her eyebrows and stared him down. "You...you look just like the man that ...the man that killed my mother..." She shook her head in disbelief as she said it. The man (or as she was now saying, boy) looked up at her. He saw her one brown eye and gasped. "You...only have one red eye..." He stated, walking closer to her as he placed the blade he was holding down. She nodded: "Yes...so do you..." He had one golden eye that shone brightly. "Oh this?" He asked pointing to the eye. He laughed: "That's just a replacement eye for the one that got ripped out by Firstbourne."
"Firstbourne?" Faith had never heard of this 'Firstbourne' before...She waned to learn more about it. "First, let me introduce myself. I am Ivor. But my Hunter name is Iron Baron."
"Hunter name?"
"You see, I am the leader of the dragon hunters. And I want you to join me. No dragon hunter has one brown eye. That is what intrigues me about you..." Faith couldn't believe it. Out of all the people, she was the one who was unique.