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4.18.2006

Untitled- Fantasy; Introduction

For centuries, the war on Earth between Angels and Demons has been raging on. This story is about a child. This child is but only thirteen.

She has to work and fight to survive. So it begins, the story of a girl named May. My story.

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry, child. Ever since the war started, my family's business hasn't been going very well, and to add on to that we already have more then enough workers."

Said the women who owned the local store. She looked concerned about me, but I doubt it. These days people worry more about themselves. I would know…

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Walking away from the store, I clutched my sword. It was the only thing I had to remember my parents by.

Before they died by a blood thirsty demon, they gave me the sword so I could fend for myself. I remember it clearly, as if it was just yesterday. At first everything was like always; we were all happy.

The only thing different about it was, my brother was out. I was helping my mom cook dinner and my dad was setting the table.

My Mom was telling me to be careful the knife I was holding, when all of a sudden the door opened to a dark figure.

A split second later, blood was everywhere. My mother was instantly gone. I was against the back wall when I saw my father dragged himself up to me. He handed the sword to me but I would not move. I was to scared I couldn't even lift a finger.

The only movement I made was the clattering of my teeth and my body shaking. The next thing I new he was gone just like mom. I heard someone coming closer to me. Shaking I looked up. With horror in my eyes, I knew I couldn't take it anymore.

"AAHHH!" I screamed

I was crying. Sniffing I asked "Why? Why would you do such a thing?"

The person standing in front of me was my own brother. No he was not my brother, he was a monster.

"Why?" My brother said. "Because in this war you need to fight to survive, kill to live. That's exactly what I'm doing." And with that, he left. For the rest of the day I was left crying.

When I got back to my senses, I buried my parents next to each other in the back yard. It was done poorly but it was the best I could do.

After that, I washed of as much blood off the kitchen floor and walls as I could. Then I packed my stuff and left. That was the last thing I remember of my family.

….To be continued.