Yes, it's been ages, and yes, this chapter is short. BUT! the next one shall be posted soon. I am also going through the process of editing all the chapters. feel free to reread them. Due to the fact that there are quite a few characters, it becomes somewhat hard to follow. So, I present to you a little backstory chapter. I shall do this to all of the family. I hope it helps clear up some confusion of who's who in the zoo. Enjoy.

Chapter 6: To Fight or Not To Fight

Undrae's P.O.V.

I sighed.

"It's getting worse, Varn."

"What are you talking about?" he asked with such honest curiosity. I shook my head.

"I'll tell you later, but for now, we have to get Dill back to her class. The bell is going soon, we should hurry." I quickly changed the subject. Varn raised his eyebrow, yet didn't comment on it.

"Come on Dill, Undrae's right. We don't want you being late." His voice was so kind and caring that I feared for his brother.

"Varn, can you take her? I have a bad feeling Eva saw me."

"Sure. That girl will use any excuse to change." He nodded, taking Dill's hand.

"Yeah, seeing me like this would be the perfect opportunity." I ran a hand through my hair as Varn led Dill to her class. I sighed and began running to the main quad. If Evangeline had transformed, Ezmy would blame me. I don't know my sister's exact reason for always seeming to have something against my existing, but I assume it had to do with the fighting lessons I took when I was younger.

I was sent to karate lessons when I was six. I had what they called "anger management issues" and counselling therapy didn't have any effect on me whatsoever. My parents then tried to find a more active outlet for my problems. I caught on really quickly. I was strong. My anger issues have dimmed; I still get pissed off sometimes, but far less than I used to. They called me a prodigy. I had a black belt before two years was up. Once I got my belt, I didn't have much else to work towards. I became angry again.

My parents began to seriously worry. Not only was I angry all the time, but I had strength to act on it and seriously hurt people. So, they took action. They tried sending me to judo lessons, but it was so similar and easy. I was finished the course in half a year. By then I was eight and a bit. I was told to train since my parents had signed me up for a karate tournament. I did. I trained so much and got stronger. I was told that if my marks dropped, I would be pulled out. I worked hard and did my homework. I was surprised when my marks went from shockingly bad to mediocre. The tournament came around; I was the youngest participant by two years. I got all the way to the semi-finals where I broke my opponent's leg and wrist, and got disqualified. That really irritated me. I raged at how weak and fragile people are, but it taught me to control my strength.

And~ there ya go! A person's whole history summed up in two paragraphs. Isn't that just dandy? As I said, next should be up soon. Please check my profile for a poll and a link to my facebook page. Pictures will be uploaded there. Until next time.

I'm out.