blood.

that's the first thing she smelled. the irony scent wafted into her nostrils, it gave her a bit of a headache.

why

that was the first thing she thought, why is there the scent of blood, and why is it so strong?

her parents had left on a mission, and she was home alone. she lived in a tiny village, in a small house, with a small but very powerful clan.

fearthat was the feeling she had. she knew the reason that her clan was so small. they were being hunted. they were pacifists, they allowed themselves to be killed or raped or sold. they didn't fight back.

she was different. her parents were afraid. they taught her how to fight. they were grateful when they found out her nen ability. it was of manipulation type. she could manipulate water.

the gratitude didn't last for long.

they became even more fearful.

so they trained her to fight.

her entire existence was...

she was the most powerful of their clan. it didn't help that her parents were also of the last and most desired branch of her clan. her parents were what they called peculiars. her father had black, sharp, almost metallic wings, her mother had white, bat-like wings. when she was born they were shocked. her wings were white. like a dove. her skin was also as white as snow. as was her hair. but her eyes. her eyes were as black and as inky as a cold as a winters night. they knew that she was the child of the prophecy.

when a child of white is born

her eyes as ebony as death

clan of winged creatures shall be torn

blood as intricate as a labyrinth

and to bend the reaping scythe

it will cost her the gift of life

death.

she brought death.

her birth was when it all started.

thats when an organization of killers called the phantom troupe started the massacre

she realized too late that they were here.

she had to escape