(Two years ago, when Gon is 10 and you are 3)

(Third POV : selective : you)

"Momma!" You giggled, running around.

Your mother was jogging around you, a sweet smile resting on her face.

Your father was sitting on the steps to the front porch of your house. He was smiling contentedly.

Currently, your family was the only family with a child. Your village was fairly large, but was made up of mostly males, so there haven't been any births before you for a decade.

You and your mother ran around the yard in front of your house, giggling and laughing.

In your young mind's opinion, everything was perfect.

Then it was all ruined.

You suddenly stopped jumping around and whined loudly, putting your hands over your mouth. "Momma, my tooth started hurting."

She came over to you. "Open up." She instructed and you did so. "Which one is hurting?"

You tried to say 'my sharp one', but with your mouth open, it came out as, "I ahp uon."

Your mother understood regardless and pressed her finger lightly against your canine. Before she could ask if that one hurt, you cried out and pulled away.

"It hurts!" You cried, tears pricking your eyes.

Your mother brought you back into her arms and apologized, trying to stop you from crying. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you that badly."

You sniffled and nodded as she looked at you teeth again, this time paying more attention to your canines.

After a few moments of looking at them, she furrowed her eyebrows. Without saying anything, she pushed the tip of her finger on the tip of your tooth. That time you weren't the one wincing and pulling away. She examined her fingertip and noticed that a drop of blood was gathering.

"Hey, darling, come here please." she called to your father without looking away from you.

He made his way over and crouched beside your mother. "What is it?" He asked.

She showed him the drop of blood on her fingertip. "What happened?" He asked, concern peeping into his voice.

She looked at you uncertainly. "Y/N said her teeth started hurting... and when I tested to see which tooth hurt, her canine cut me."

Your father's eyes widened. "What?" He addressed you. "Sweetie, can you show me which tooth hurts?"

You didn't respond, your attention now focused on your shoulder blades. You felt an extreme sense of discomfort. You moved your shoulders around to try and alleviate the pain, but it only grew, causing you to grit your teeth and whine.

Your father grew more concerned. "What's wrong now?"

You didn't answer him, your whines of discomfort growing into gasps of pain.

"Y/N!" Your mother cried, worried. She began to get up, to get help, when you started screaming.

The discomfort had grown very quickly into almost unbearable pain. Your back felt like something was pushing out on it as hard as it could, it was burning.

Your parents began to panic and your mother ran down a path towards the main part of the village. She was yelling for help the entire way.

Your father stayed with you, trying to calm you down and find out what was wrong. He moved to your side and was about to put his hand on your shoulder blades to see if he could feel anything, when he noticed lumps in the back of your shirt. He froze in confusion, and in that second, you gave an ear-piercing scream.

The second you screamed, he fell back, staring in horror as the lumps bulged larger and larger. Then, they suddenly burst and great wings stretched out behind you.

You heaved a great gasp in relief that the pain in your back was gone, now an unpleasant memory. Then, you felt a throbbing sensation in your fingers. You looked down just as it disappeared and saw that your fingernails were now considerably sharper and thicker.

You stared at your hands and said with a quivering voice, "Daddy... what's happening to me?"

He didn't respond and you looked at him in fear. He was sitting on the ground staring at you in horror and disbelief.

"Daddy...?" You whispered, then you noticed a new weight on your back. You slowly turned your head to look and your chest tightened when you saw them.

Your wings.

You began hyperventilating, fear and confusion taking their toll on you. You stumbled back and fell to your knees, leaning forward while trying to breathe.

You were only like that for a couple of moments before you heard yelling coming from the direction of the main part of the village.

You could make out your mother's voice yelling your fathers name, and you could tell that she had managed to get several villagers to come with her.

Your mother cried out in shock when she saw you hunched there with your wings. She pulled to a stop and stood there, staring in disbelief.

The villagers were stunned, all but two of them stopping to stare. The two that didn't ran to your father and helped him up. His legs were too shaky to hold him up without help.

You slowly looked up, fear plainly written on your face. "Momma... what's happening... to me?" You were still hyperventilating, though not as bad as before.

She snapped out of her shock and ran up to you, holding your face in her hands. "I-I don't know, sweetie, but it will be alright. We'll figure out what's happening and... f-fix it somehow."

She pulled you in for a hug, and suddenly gasped when you gripped her shoulders. She pulled away and looked at your fingers, her eyes widening at your nails. They were claws now.

Everyone present stood where they were for some time, before there were shouts from the direction they came from. Then they noticed that someone had disappeared from their group. That someone was now leading nearly the entire village to your family's house.

When they arrived, the village elders approached you and your mother. They stared at you and their faces hardened. "So it's come to pass." One said.

Your mother looked at them, confused. "What do you mean? What's come to pass?"

The four glanced at each other and then another said, "4 years ago, the Grand Elder received a prophecy. A child of darkness would come, and they would be winged, clawed, and fanged. That child would cause destruction and bring about the end of our village."

The men and women surrounding you gasped. They looked at you with newfound fear, and a couple of them already had hate in them.

Your mother tried to defend you. "B-but that's-that's not Y/N! I know- I- I know it's not!"

"Enough." Said the youngest Elder. "The child fits the description— and regardless, just look at it."

There was no denying that you were the child of prophecy, but the people who looked at you couldn't help but feel a little pity. The fear you were feeling right now was plastered on your face, in plain sight.

The wisest of the Elders gestured at one of the men standing nearby. "Grab it." He said, turning with the other three to return to the main house.

The man happened to be one who already hated you, so he snatched your arm and began dragging you.

You were still in shock. You couldn't do anything. No matter how much you tried, you couldn't do anything except try to keep up with the man who was dragging you.

"NO! LET HER GO! Y/N! LET HER GO!" Your mother screamed, getting up and attempting to pull you away from the man, but the other villagers held her back.

Just then, your father snapped out of his shock and quickly caught on to what was happening. He stood up, ran to you, and punched the man as hard as he could. "Let my daughter go, Evan!"

Evan released you because of the punch, cupping his hands around his now broken nose.

Before your father could pick you up and run to your mother, some of the villagers grabbed him and pinned him on the ground.

You stood there, having no idea what to do, as your parents struggled to get to you.

"Y/N! You need to run! Now!" Your mother yelled. "Run as fast as you can!"

You looked at her for a second, then began to back up, picking up speed, until you were almost jogging then turned around and ran right into something. Before you could fall, the man, Evan, grabbed you again. He only used one arm, his other hand still cupped around his nose.

He began dragging you away again, moving too fast for your feet to keep up with, resulting in you tripping again and again.

Still in shock, you were dragged all the way to the village like that.

At some point, the village elders had already made it to the main building in the middle of the village. They opened the door and gestured for Evan to follow them.

He followed them past the meeting room and even the private offices of the elders, down a narrow hallway until they reached a solid, square door, that appeared to be barely larger than your tiny frame.

They all grabbed you, your wings, arms, legs, wherever there was empty space and shoved you through the small space, bending your arm painfully. The inside edge of the door was jagged and caught on the side of your face as they shoved you all the way in. Your face started burning and you could feel something tickling you on your face and neck.

You sat up, wincing at a sudden pounding in your head.

You looked around the barren room and started to cry, harder than you ever had in your short life.