Part 1: The Beginning

My brother and I were found at the bottom of a cliff, wailing. How we survived the long fall down from the floating island without a scratch is something that is unknown to me. A female Grypin found us, and brought us to a thief camp. She was an ugly old had, with slimy silver-green scales all over her body. She recently lost a child, so she nursed us both. It was disgusting, but we couldn't eat anything else yet. When we weren't being nursed we were busy being scapegoats and punching bags. Once we stopped nursing, when we were about 6 months old (a demon child grows faster than a human child for survival reasons, until we get closer to puberty, then the growth rate slows). Then we had to fend for ourselves. Now understand, if we still had parents, we would have been taken care of for years, up until we reached sexual maturity, which would be about when we turn 50 years at least. Even then, we would still go to them for advice or help after they stopped caring for us full time. But we were just worthless orphans, so my brother and I had to take care of ourselves...somehow. Instinct could only do so much.

Imiko quickly became the dominant child there, with his aggressiveness. He was attacked by a dog once, and ended up having the dog for supper. After he killed four of the dogs in the thief camp, the bandits started feeding him a little. Perhaps they thought it would be less expensive. Imiko also had speed, so he could always grab the best scraps before anyone even got to them yet. Before anyone could challenge he over the meager food, he took off into the forest.

As for me, I was the weakest. For some strange reason I was constantly sick. Later I would learn that it was because my body could not handle the amazing powers that I had inherited from my ancestors at the time. I tried to, at first, get to the pile of scraps. But once I reached it, all the food was gone, so I eventually gave up. I would have starved to death had my brother not split the food he got with me. Obviously I survived that part of my life. Eventually I got better and was able to do physical labor, as well as stealing. Not a very positive accomplishment to most humans, but considering how bad my position was, I was proud of myself. Besides, the hard bandit life was all I knew.

Life was ok, until one day, when Imiko was sold. A male, called the Green Mage (a mage being like a sorcerer; both humans and demons have them) bought him. The Mage was a rich and powerful demon, who also had a liking for pretty, young males. A pedophile I believe is the term. The only difference is that he actually had a nose, and his skin color was natural. Imiko was to be sent to his castle in a day. That night, Imiko figured out a way to escape and wanted to take me with. At night we snuck out, and escaped the bosses who woke up. They almost did catch us, and Imiko and I had to run off in separate directions. I ran for hours it seemed, trying to escape, until I found a deep burrow that I could fit in. All night I stayed there, and the next day too. My hunger finally forced me to cautiously look out for danger. I couldn't sense anyone, so I ran to the East. In a few days time, with a little interference, I saw people. They were working on a farm it seemed. I didn't see a village anywhere though. Once I got past the vast lands of grains, I saw houses in the distance. They kept growing bigger, until they were the size of the skyscrapers in most human cities. There were people, buildings, markets everywhere. Demons of all shapes and sizes conversing with each other. This seemed like a good place to look for Imiko and start a new life together.