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CHAPTER 1

It was a clear morning. The sun was shining and the bandits were getting ready for their early run. They sat around the open fire, sharpening their knives, swords, and axes as large slabs of meat hovered over the flame. They remained dirty; grungy; not bothering to wash themselves.

One of them, who I called 'leader' because he was, called at me.

"Hey, come here."

If I was to disobey him, I'd be beaten for it. But if I were to obey, the task would be horrendous. What choice did I have?

I got up from my spot and walked to him. He, along with his comrades, had a devious look on their ugly faces, like they were planning something.

They always had that look, that hideous smug look. They were always thinking of ways to bring me to my knees.

The leader spoke up.

"Pour me a drink."

"Pour me a drink." That was all I was good for. I was like a maid to them. They didn't care for my high speed. They didn't care for my improving sword skills. All they cared about was their stupid drinks.

I ignored my thoughts and obeyed his command. All went well until one of the bandits had to complain.

"That's not how you pour a drink!" I had been pouring many drinks all around the campfire since the day I started to walk.

If you don't like it, then pour your own damn drink. My thoughts as a child were as vulgar as they ever were. My appearance may have looked innocent but deep inside I was not.

I attempted to re-pour the demon's drink when he threw it at my face. Certainly wasn't called for.

"Just forget it!" He had thrown the cup at my face and splattered me with the liquid. The cup fell and he steps on it and crushes it. "Clean it up."

Avoiding any further trouble, I aimed my glare towards the broken cup. I was indeed angry but if I dared showed it, I wouldn't stand a chance.

As I reached down to pick the broken shards, a foot comes clear atop my hand. It smashes it right on top of the shattered fragments, piercing my palm with the sharp parts.

I let out no cry; I let out no tear. It hurt but I kept it back. When the foot came off, I could see a small pool of blood where my hand laid. The crimson liquid flowed from the open wound inflicted upon me.

The voice from the bastard demon caught my ear.

"Serves you right." Without even looking up, I could tell her had a smug grin on his face. They all did. They all had smirks, enjoying my pain as if entertainment.

I hated that look.

So I did something unheard of. Without knowing it, almost instinctively, I land a punch in the middle of the bastard's abdomen. I used most of my strength in this one punch. My blood splattered on him as my hit contacted.

I could hear a rib break and the moaning from the pain. He backed off and cowered on the ground, holding his side in agony.

The rest of the bandits rose and I knew I was in deep trouble. They were all full of wrath, like how I was a few moments previous.

To avoid getting killed, I ran. I headed into the forest and using my amazing speed, lost them. It was just me and my thoughts now.