SUPAfast JeLLyfisH - Thank you! I'll hope this chapter goes to your satisfaction as well!

kenegi - Her parents know that something is different with her, it's very obvious since she doesn't act like a normal child would do. The contrast between her and the other children are too wide to not to notice. As for her Magoi amount, she will have more than the normal Fanalis, but ranging from 1 to 5, I would give her a 4. She wouldn't have more than that.

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May's age: 5 years old

Pride of the Fanalis Clan

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By Angelbloodlover

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~ "Don't let Fear conquer you, you're a Fanalis, you conquer Fear itself."

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Father

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Chapter 3: Vicious Struggles

I ducked when one of them tried to stab my left side and used the momentum to place my hands on the ground and send a nasty kick to his face. A loud choking sound reached my ears, but I had no time to see how bad the injury was that I given him. I rolled to my left side when the other one slashed his sword down, almost nicking me.

Scoffing, I stood up, glancing at towards my father's place. I couldn't help it, but I was scared of all the negative outcomes this could lead to.

...What if my presence would lead father to death? What if my presence was against Fate itself? What if I was hated by King Solomon because of it? What if I was a hindrance that He wanted gone? All these questions were driving me crazy!

"May!"

That loud desperate scream snapped me from my wallowing desperation and before I knew it, blood splattered all over my face. Wide eyes looked up at the person that had used himself as a shield to protect me. I trembled in anger and hate at these people who randomly decided to attack us because we were a Fanalis. How dare these people decide to enslave humans? Did they think that we didn't have any rights at all?

Then, father opened his mouth, his baritone voice laced with pure, scorching anger, "Don't you dare to touch my daughter."

His voice, his stance-all of these emotions inside of him were scaring me. I had never once saw him this angry before. To my amazement, he combined his enhanced speed and strength together and dashed towards the two of them. What I saw fed my amazement even more, where his feet touched the ground, it ruptured into oblivion, dust and rock debris flying everywhere.

"I-it's a monste-er!" One of them screamed in horror, followed by the leader's outburst, "Kill them before we are killed! Forget capturing them!" That command changed the situation one hundred and eighty degrees. Out of nowhere their swords changed into a high-tech gun and from the hole of the mysterious weapon a bolt of lightning appeared.

My eyes became as saucers when all six of them aimed their weapons towards my father, "No!"

Followed by six blasts of sparkling lightning, dancing their way towards father, "Father, no!" I jumped as high as I could and aimed a kick towards one of them. Thanks to the fact that he was distracted I was able to behead him with the sheer strength of my kick. I didn't have time to think about the deed I have done, instead I moved my attention on the other five. Snarling in anger, I dug my hands in the hard ground, ignoring the pain that slithered through my nails and pulled out a big rock, sending it spiraling towards another one of them.

Two lightning rays shot in different directions; one upwards and another one towards one of them. This brought the countdown to three more enemies, but these three had their weapons aimed at my father.

"Father!" I screamed helplessly, hating myself for putting him in these situations. If only I would stay focused instead of spacing out. That was something I couldn't prevent, once my mind drifted towards my never-ending questions and thoughts, I would be absorbed by it. Another hoarse scream tore from my throat when I heard a grunt, and then a deafening sound that almost blasted me away, but I steadied myself by pushing my feet in the ground.

When the dust cleared out, I saw father standing there, his arms limping uselessly next to him while in front of him was a humongous rock to which he had used as a shield, but from here I could see that the blast of lightning had penetrated the boulder, and through it my father . Crying from relief that he was still alive, I jumped next to him, observing the nasty injuries decorating his body, along with it the sizzling lightning. They were dancing on his flesh, enjoying the way he convulsed from the excruciating pain, combined with his loud hisses.

"I've ha-ad wo-orse.." He panted as he fell on his knee. "No-!" Quickly, I supported him and ignored his warning shout, trying to pinpoint their location; all three of them were huddled close to each other, lost in the mist of dust. I could even hear them coughing quietly, not wanting to betray their location. Well, too bad thy underestimated us Fanalis because that small, wrong calculation would lead them to Death's front door.

The fact that father had to protect me from that strong, magical blast made it much difficult for him. Also, that blast of magic had been too strong and had probably pierced through the rock as well.

But touching him was my mistake and soon I was writhing on the ground, screaming in agony as electricity coursed through my body. I coughed when I could taste the sand on my tongue and glared at their presumed location. Biting my lip and even drawling out blood, I struggled to get up, ignoring the dancing lightning on my body. It was slowly on disappearing, but father wasn't as lucky as I was. "Father, let me take care of the rest." I laid him gently down on the ground and dashed away.

I didn't give him any time to object as I clenched my fists until they turned a ghostly white, anger clouding my rational side. The moment they had chosen to attack us, was the moment their Fate had been sealed. I would not, under no circumstances, let them live further when they had hurt my father.

Running through the fog of dust, I used it as an invisibility cloak and thanks to my enhanced senses, I could smell their pathetic forms from here. I tried to minimize the sound of my footsteps, muting the fast-beating of my heart and ignoring the stench of sweat that was dripping down my body. With narrowed eyes, I appeared behind one of them and without mercy I gutted him through his stomach, using my hand as a make-shift sword. Blood splattered all over my face and I somersaulted away when his comrades turned to face me, rage leaking of themselves, "Why you bitch! I'll kill you!" One of them screamed hotly and charged blindly at me.

Snarling at him, I flipped forward, kicking his head in the process and sending myself flying towards the other one. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that he had that magic tool, sending a blast of lightning towards me.

That was a mistake I would never repeat.

Focus May, don't let anger consume you and lose all sense of rationality.

I was sent flying towards the ground, electric coursing through my left arm. I had only time to tilt my body to the right side, but even that wasn't enough to avoid the blast of sizzling energy. Whimpering in pain, I tried to feel my arm, or take control over it, but it was useless.

"You can't fight it, this baby was made to paralyze and disable any animal." He walked towards me and aimed a kick towards me, but I blocked it with my other hand, glaring at this filth.

This had been the man whose head I had kicked away forcibly and whose blood was dying the bandages around his head in red. I should've used more force behind the kick. "Tch. Even with my one arm I'll kill you," was my low growl, my blood boiling at the sight of these disgraceful men. My senses tickled and I quickly rolled away when the supposed leader slammed his feet down, or tried to. "Even a Fanalis baby would be able to take you down." I provoked them, enjoying the way they got riled up at my insult.

"Hamid, kill that insolent girl!" The leader commanded, clenching his fists.

I scowled at him. "How pathetic and weak. Can't even come and fight himself."

"Why you bitch, I'll make you regret everything you said!" After that, the weapon changed form again and it's place was a giant cannon, tentacles clutched on the leader's bare arms, looking at his minion, I could see that he was doing the same. "Shit." I cursed quietly, evading the giant blasts that destroyed everything on its path, leaving nothing behind.

If I was hit by that, then there would be no more left of me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I rolled and jumped, using my environment to my advantages. While they were shooting blindly through the fog, I knew perfectly were they were. Digging out rock boulders, I threw them towards them, enjoying their loud screams. Unpredictability and creative imagination had always been a good weapon to use during a time when you were on the brink of losing. I was seriously at a disadvantage now, my body was rapidly getting weaker and only the urge to defeat these monsters were keeping me up and fighting. I had to defeat them and well fast before I would run out of stamina, there was only so much a five-year old child could do. Even with my Fanalis blood I had my limits and those limits seemed to get closer and closer towards me.

Once again, I jumped as high as I could, ignoring the strain on my tiring muscles and dived towards the leader-figure, my feet outstretched and ready to pulverize his head. The moment I my feet touched him a sickening crunch resonated through the plain, followed by a blood-gurgling scream. I turned a blind eye to that unusual sound and focused my attention on the other one. I could smell that he had peed himself, and glaring at him, I punched him with my good arm, putting all my remaining strength in. I shut my eyes when an array of blood covered me from head to toes. He didn't even have time to scream, only to watch me with wide eyes as his descending Doom loomed over him and snatched him from Life away.

...finished.

I was dead tired, all the powers that had resided inside of me seemed to have evaporated. But I wasn't done, I should find father. So, pushing my dead-tired body, I limped towards the man who had used himself as a human shield to protect me. Every step send a scorching pain through my muscles and I only wanted to close my eyes and rest, but I couldn't.

This place was leaking with blood and soon the ferocious animals would be lured by its addicting smell and feast on the rotting corpse. I could see father panting weakly, but he didn't respond when I called out to him, which made me worried sick. I couldn't have him die on me after I had pulverized the enemy. I couldn't have him die on me like that, I had promised myself to protect me.

I ignored the streaming tears and called out to him, "F-father..?"

Leaning down, I listened to his breathing and his beating heart, but it seemed that he was only unconscious, the pain becoming too much for him. I disposed of my bag and struggled to walk towards the corpses-those weapons shouldn't be left here and the Fanalis could make good use of it. It was with vicious struggles that I took everything useful from them, trying very hard not to look at their disfigured bodies or the pools of blood.

All that I had found were: six lightning weapons that probably used Magoi as a battery, lots of silver coins, spare clothes, food, Arabian-looking scimitars, water and other trinkets. What caught my attention the most were that they seemed to house other small weapons, which probably used Magoi too. And since father and mother hadn't taught me the worth of the money in this world, I didn't know how much value it had. I collected them all, groaning in pain when the weight dragged me down. I still had to get away from here and find a safe place to hide where I could tend to father's wounds and rest up.

"...this is my worst day ever."

After struggling continuously to find a hideout, I had found a small cave, big enough to house an adult and a child. After that I had bandaged my father, ignoring the searing pain that came with it. I was sure that I would get blisters and flesh wounds from it, but I couldn't let him suffer. If I had rubber or something I would have used it as gloves, but unfortunately I didn't. And since my other arm was still useless, I was doing this all with one arm and let me tell you that using one arm was pretty much making it a pain in the ass to work with.

Once I had bandaged him, fed him and gave him water to drink, I tended to my own wounds. My arm was killing me, the stupid electricity still coursing through my body but there was nothing I could do about it, only endure.

I should get used to endure pain because in the following future I would have to endure everything that was thrown in my path and hope for the best.

Afterwards, I had to hide out tracks, not wanting anyone to find us here and with the help of the bushes around the place I hid it from any prying eyes, hoping that would be enough to keep anyone out. Finally finished, I dropped like a sack of potatoes, the only thought that coursed through my mind was that I wanted to sleep.

The next time I had woken up, soreness greeted me like a bitch. I grunted and stood up, ignoring the loud cracking of my tired bones. When I looked to my left, I saw that father was still unconscious. Ordering my legs to walk towards him, I knelt down, touching his forehead. Thankfully the electricity had disappeared, but it seemed that the attack weakened his body. "Hot," I whispered quietly, clenching my limping hand. The feeling in my electrified arm was starting to come, and when I used it, it felt as if needles were pricking my skin.

Really annoying to work with.

I used the slave merchants' flasks to dampen a piece of cloth and placed it on father's forehead, fighting the fever that he had been infected with. Where the hell did that even come from?!

Weeks had passed where I had treated my father's fever, fed him and gave him water to drink. Where I hunted on animals to get food and in turn used their skin to keep my father warm and cozy. Where I killed any animal that dared to come close to our hideout. Where I prayed for his safety daily.

...and finally, after a month, father fluttered his ruby-red eyes open.

"M-may...?" came his hoarse voice. Although I had given him water to drink, I didn't dare to pour it in his mouth for fear of choking him with. Which explained his hoarse voice and slightly dried out lips.

Relieved to hear his voice after the long-awaited month, I scrambled towards him, a bright smile lit my face, "Father!"

A weak chuckle escaped his lips and before he would get up, I placed my hands on his chest, "You're still weak, don't force your body, father." With a nod, he accepted the situation as it was and observed his surrounding, an impressed look on his face.

"You did this all alone?" He knew that she had done so, but it seemed so unreal. He had always known that his daughter had been special, but he didn't know that she would be this special. The place was filled with many animal skins, used as a make-shift bed. In the middle of it was a small, burning fire, above it were chunks of meat being roasted on a spit. Inspecting the shelter further, he found a pile of mysterious weapons, like the one those slave merchants had used. Everything that a shelter should have. His daughter really was a one of a kind.

I nodded happily, enjoying the way his disbelieving eyes swept over the place, scrutinizing everything. "Yes, father."

"How long was I out?"

I answered with a, "For about a month."

His eyes widened, "Didn't expect it to be that long." Sighing tiredly, he continued, "Your mother would be start to worry if we don't return to our clan soon." He was right with that-everyone knew that Mira was a worry-wart, always fussing over her husband and children. "I didn't think they would be this strong."

"Neither did I, father." I picked up my water flask and handed it to him, "But for now we have no choice but to let your injuries heal slowly."

He chuckled softly, "I only hope that your mother wouldn't get too mad."

Giggling, I brought more animal skins to make my father as comfortable as possible, "Don't worry father, she'll understand."

"I hope so, May, I hope so..."

The day that we departed from our hideout arrived, with it also the day that I would be viewed as an honorable hunter and warrior.