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Prologue
Three years after Gohan finds Goku in the forest, on July 31, Gohan finds a three year old girl with long messy black hair, bright emerald green eyes, wearing a long black dress that didn't really fit and black elbow gloves that covered up her entire arms, obviously her clothes were meant to be worn by someone much older.
The emeraldeye'dchild didn't seem concerned with her appalling lack of proper clothing and footwear - herbarefeetwere blistered and cut up, but she barely made a sound nor did her expression of resignation change.
It had been obvious that she'd been walking for ages by herself before coming across him.
Gohan had been extremely worried about the tiny girl and had rushed to aid her.
The girl backed away from him quickly, apologies and warnings falling from her dry, chapped lips.
It took a moment before her warnings managed to connect in his head past his panicked worry over an injured female toddler.
Her name was Anya Potter, she was three years old today, her mother died giving birth to her, and her father abandoned her after she killed her grandmother with a single touch.
Gohan was blinded with rage for a moment at Anya's father and the words that the young girl had obviously been parroting back at him. He had to take a deep breath to center himself so he could think logically.
Anya's warning that she could kill with just a touch, while rather out there in the realms of unbelievable, Gohan was rather old and had seen more than his fair share of the strange, so he was well aware that such warnings needed to be taken seriously.
He gently guided the smaller than usual child towards a little creek nearby and directed her to put her feet in the running water. He watched her carefully as she did as instructed and gave her a sympathetic smile when he heard her sigh in relief.
With her temporarily taken care of, Gohan scanned the area and water for any small animals. Anya's ability needed testing. He needed to see for himself what was actually happening. He believed Anya when she said that she killed her grandmother. Not that he believed that she did something like that intentionally, nor did he actually believe she was the cause of her grandmother's death. What he did believe was that her father had convinced poor Anya that she was the cause of her grandmother's death and even possibly her own mothers death.
And even if she had been born with the ability to kill with just a touch, such things could be worked around and adapted to. Abandoning a small toddler in the woods was such an unforgiveable thing and just thinking about it enraged him.
He snatched a small squirrel easily enough and asked her to hold it. She looked at him with knowing eye's and he grimaced, apologetically.
He watched as she took off her ill-fitting gloves and reached out with both hands to grab the squirrel and he could feel a cold aura extending from her hands and pulsing erratically and suddenly he knew, before she even managed to touch the squirrel, that her ability was real.
The squirrel was dead before she could even manage to fully wrap her hands around it. Just the brush of a finger would be enough to take someone's life.
Was it only focused in her hands though? Did wearing gloves help keep her ability contained?
The answer to both, he found, was yes. So long as her hands were covered until she could learn to control the cold aura, she didn't need to fear killing anybody she touched.
The erratic pulsing of the cold aura that he'd observed over the course of that afternoon, told him that it could be trained like one would train someone with chi. She was quite young though and it was hard to train young children in chi manipulation or control.
Anya though had old eyes and was far calmer than his energetic Goku, perhaps instead of training her in the physical martial arts like he did with Goku, he could train her in the mental and spiritual arts.
Goku needed the physical training to wear out his hyper active energy and to keep him from wandering off and getting into trouble.
Anya however, had already faced pain and sorrow in her short life. No doubt her traumas weighed on her thin shoulders. She needed mental, emotional and spiritual support rather than physical training. Still, some evasion and speed training wouldn't hurt.
He hummed to himself and patted her on the head. Since the only thing dangerous was her hands, he had to make sure she had some properly fitting gloves or wraps at least until she was finished growing. Outside of that it didn't look like it would be a problem with holding her and carrying her until her feet healed up.
Lifting her light form, he laughed as she gave out a muffled squeal of surprise, "My name is Son Gohan. I'm going to take you home with me and train you to control that ability of yours. I have a grandson about your age that I think you'll get along well with. His name is Son Goku..."
He continued talking to her about his exciteable, beloved grandson and as he talked Anya felt herself growing sleepier and sleepier.
Anya, even without the 'death touch' as she called it, was not a normal child. She knew things she shouldn't.
For instance, she knew with absolute certainty that she would never die if she didn't want to.
She knew that if her body was ever to be harmed beyond physical repair that she would burst into flames and be reborn from the ashes. That such an ability had been a gift from an old friend from that very first life, of which she could only vaguely remember, after he had grown too exhausted to continue on by her side. Fawkes, her dear old friend who had carried on and followed after her for millennia after millennia as her companion to help her adjust to her monumental role in life until his soul and conscious finally begged her for deaths embrace with tired pleading tones. He'd given her his rebirth cycle both so he could finally rest in piece and as a final gift to her to remember him by. As if she could ever forget him.
She knew that she could sense when someone's death was approaching and when she got older she knew she would be able to stop it if she wanted to.
She knew that she had lived many lives in many different worlds, but this new world she'd been born in was different from any other she'd ever seen before and she was excited and curious about what this new life would bring.
She knew absolutely nothing about this new world and that thrilled her.
She will admit that her first three years of life in this new world was quite depressing and heartwrenching. Causing her mother to die as she came out of the womb because she couldn't control her powers, wasn't exactly unexpected. Her mother this time had been a simple human and not one of the more powerful species; demon, angel, witch, fairy, and even once upon a time she'd been birthed by a goddess. A human though, her human mothers had never survived giving birth to her.
She was just too powerful and in such a young body she didn't have the control necessary to stop people from dying when her death powers flared up. A mortal wasn't built to carry the vessel of such an old goddess. They just didn't have the strength to withstand the aura of death.
This was a common enough problem for her first few years of her new lives that she'd begun learning tricks in order to at least redirect the flow of death energy as fast as possible. From birth the energy covered her whole body, then just her arms, elbows, and by the time she was three she'd managed to limit the death energy to just her hands. Despite this control, Anya had still killed her grandmother on accident. It wasn't really her fault but she had been the final factor in her death. Her grandmother was old and frail and ready for her quickly approaching death.
It would have been a surprise if she hadn't died from just giving Anya a hug. Her spirit had only lingered just long enough after her body failed her to give Anya a gentle smile before fading and heading for her afterlife.
Her grandmother had recognized her for what she was and had made her final act be to embrace her with a smile.
Liliana, her grandmother, was one of the reasons, Anya loved her mortal families so much. Liliana was one of the few, even among the stronger creatures, who was intuitive enough to sense her true nature and love her still. Kind souls guided by unconditional love, compassion, and oh so brave, was always a pleasure and an honor to meet and see off, Anya's personal blessing attached to her soul as she went off to the afterlife.
There was not many if any that would realize that one of their family members was an entity of death and still love them with such dedication and respect like Liliana.
The personal blessings of the Mistress of Death would serve her well in her next life.
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