Since the last chapter was rather short and just a filler, I decided to update the next chapter I had prepared. I hope you enjoy! Also, if there's anything you'd like to question or comment on, feel free to drop a review!

*Aurora's Perspective*

I hate people.

Now I know that sounds harsh, but that is nothing more than the truth. Besides, it's not like I said I loathed them.

Actually, I do, but my experiences warrant that kind of opinion.

As soon I stepped a foot outside of my home, I was bombarded by the stench of society, and I do mean that literally. Outside of my honestly quite luxurious home were the remnants of graffiti cans, food wrappers, and, in reality, anything that hadn't decomposed over the past four years.

I turned around, kicking away some random garbage with a depressing sigh and looking up at the place I had come to call home. If I squinted, I could still see the bright colors that used to make my childhood worth it.

My home was once a three story mansion, as crafted by my great-grandfather according to family history. It used to have a fine cream coloring and large ionic columns painted white to accent the fine fixtures, and that beauty was nothing in comparison to the interior. There were high ceilings, plush furniture, game rooms, cigar rooms, (let's not forget about the forge) along with a pool house, six bedrooms, and even a built in greenhouse! There was quite literally everything! …But now? Now my home was a dirty grey color, the yard equally as dark and dank. The only rooms inside that weren't rotting and covered in cobwebs were the ones I still used. If I could have, I would've made sure everything remained in tip-top shape, but with my history no one would work for me. My history…

I blinked away tears, refusing to allow myself to delve into those memories and instead just moved to the front gate. My hand hovered over the lock. I hadn't been out of my home in nearly four years. What would people think of me now if they didn't approve of my four year-old self?

"Well, Aurora, now or never."

I thought that exiting my home was the least of my problems, that facing the outside world would have been the hardest point.

I have never been more wrong.

I walked to my destination, but the second I entered the Deluxe Hardware (think of a Home Depot but larger), there was stone-cold silence. I tried to ignore it, just trying to move on. After a bit of searching through those aisles and finally finding the correct generator, I became aware of a big dilemma: the box was as tall as I was and weighed considerably more than I did.

"Excuse me, Sir."

The man I ended up speaking to was in his mid-fifties, with greasy black hair, a thin mustache, and seemed to be nearly as tall as he was wide. I disliked him immediately, but he was the only choice I had since everyone else decided to simply shun me before I said a word.

"Whaddya want, Brat?"

I sighed, placing my hands behind my back as I usually did when speaking to others. "I would like your most powerful generator. I believe the one with highest power output is the Rheem GEN 30WL?"

"So what if it is?"

"Sir, I do not mean to cause trouble," I tried to reason, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. "I merely wish to purchase the said generator and have it delivered to my home."

"I can get ya the generator, but I can't get it delivered."

"And why not?"

"Because you're a selfish little know-it-all that needs to be taught a lesson. Good enough reason?"

"You know what? Fine. Your loss."

I turned away from the man, moving to the middle of the aisles and procuring a wad of cash from my back pocket. I waved it in the air, shouting, "Five hundred dollars to the person who is kind enough to help me carry this generator to the checkout area and then to the parking lot once I'm ready. Now who wants the cash?"

Only one person came to my aid, a man who had to have been new to town because he actually made eye contact with me before grabbing the cash and the box containing the generator.

"If you wait at checkout, I'll be with you in a moment."

Before long, I was dragging a small basket filled with motors, wheels, and chassis along with the basic automotive parts required to build a small scooter with the power of a real car.

I simply handed the cashier a few hundred dollars, not even waiting for the change, and proceeded to drag my large basket outside of the store.

"Where do you want this stupid thing?"

"Just set it gently over there-" I watched as the man helping me dropped my generator without a care beside me in the middle of the parking lot, making me flinch instinctively. "Thank you?"

When he left without another word, I gave a sigh of relief upon being alone. That was why I hated people, well, at least the people I had ever come in contact with.

Dwarves = Good.

Humans = Bad.

In that parking lot, I rummaged through the parts I had bought, ignoring the generator for a few moments as I got to work. Eventually, by the time the sun was high in the sky, and it was noon (I had started at seven in the morning.), I was finally finished, and my creation was complete.

I had built the scooter mentioned previously and had even created a small dock on the rear of my shoddy creation for the generator to fit. With a very elaborate system of pulleys I had also made, I managed to hoist the generator onto the back of said scooter, clapping in delight when it was at long last complete. "Finally!"

That's when the first rock hit me. I was confused at first, thinking that perhaps a car had just run over something to cause the rock to be sent into the air, but when another one hit me square in the face, I knew I was wrong.

"Oh, look. It's that little know-it-all brat from down the hill. Whatcha got there?"

I turned around in horror, only to find myself faced by a thirteen year-old boy and his posse of sorts. They all had rocks in their hands, and something told me they weren't going to the pond to skip stones.

"L-Listen, please, I didn't do anything," I started to beg, all too familiar with what was about to happen. I began to back up slowly, looking up at the massive forms that seemed to blot out the sun in comparison to myself. "Just- Just give me a couple seconds, and I'll go. You can even keep the pulleys!"

"We don't want the pulleys, Stupid. We want blood."

"Y-You're just kids!" I tried to reason, holding my hands out in front of myself as I made my way closer to my little motor-scooter. "I- I have money! Enough to buy you video games to last you a lifetime!"

I let out a yelp as they all raised their arms in union with their leader, and I braced my arms in front of my face, curling up on the ground as the rocks just kept coming and coming until it felt like their was no end.

Freak.

I covered my head with my arms, begging for it to stop.

Worthless.

I shakily stood, clambering onto my scooter blindly as I made my rather pathetic

flee for my life with the gang still chasing me and hurtling insults.

Murderer.

I don't even remember making it home.