A better home

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Chapter 2 : A better home

So, when I was brought here, in the Sapphire Woods, at Psidon's cabban I was just a baby.

Mag arrived at night and she knocked persistenly on Psidon's door for minutes. Disturbed by the never ending knocking, Psidon went to see who is at the door. He saw Mag. She was tired and frightened, but she knew she had to succeed.

"May I come in?" she said, breathing heavily.

"Yes, ofcourse." approved Psidon, and showed her the way.

"What are you looking for?" asked Psidon disturbed.

"I was looking for you." Mag said, finally able to breathe propperly.

She gave him the letter, told him what she knew and left me there with the old man, hoping I will be safe. After that she left, and I was never going to see her, or my parents again.

As years passed I grew more and more. From the very beginning I knew what I was and of course, who my parents were. Even so , I never blamed them for sending me away from them. I trained everyday all my life. I was able to hunt any kind of animal, big or small and beat up any person that tryed to hurt me or anyone I care about. Even though I was different than them, I had a few friends. My friends weren't normal either. Jenevive was a succubus, Cristopher was a werewolf and Michael was a wizzard. I liked playing with them in the morning and in the evening, the rest of the day I'd spend lurning how to read and write, training to become stronger and of course eat and sleep. I was just like a normal child. When I would go to sleep, I'd ask Psidon to tell me a story. I loved hearing his tales. He used to sit down on a little chair next to my bed and tell me stories from when he was younger. I loved hearing those stories. 

When I was fifteen, Psidon gave me a sword. It was not like any sword. It was very big and very sharp. It didn't look like any other sword, it was curvy and had old inscriptions on it. It was beautiful. Until then I only knew how to fight with my bare hands, and when I was fourteen I learned how to use knives. I was so proud of myself, almost as pround as Psidon was. Now, I had to lurn how to use a sword like that. It was so big, I could barely hold it , but I was so determined to be good with every weapon that I tryed and tryed, and tryed again, until I was able to hold it and wield it propperly. By the time that happened, I was already seventeen.

I was tall and well built, I had amazon stature : medium size brests , long red hear that appeared like it was on fire when I moved, long legs, strong arms. I had brown eyes, but you could say they were red in the sunlight and full lips. And on top o fthat I could kill you in a matter of seconds. I was usually dressed in black, sometimes brown leather . I always kept a knife hidden in my boot. I usualy kept money with me cause you never know what happens and you have to flee. Being moneyless isn't good.

All the young men were looking at me. At first I didn't know why, but my friend Jenevive set me in front of a mirror and startet pointing out my features one by one. After that I started to get used to it and it didn't bother me anymore. Jenevive was also very beautiful and smart. They came with the powers, but still... Her skin was light brown like milk caffee and she had this beautiful never ending black hair like a flowing abis that she kept in a tail in the middle of her head.

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