PRIDE OF THE FANALIS CLAN

Chapter 2: Acknowledgement of a New Life

It has already been a week after that incident, and not once did I see father. This actually saddened me, I had scared him with that action of mine, but I couldn't tell him the real reason as to why I did that.

How could I tell him that this world didn't exist, that it was only a figment of someone's imagination, then the situation would become the opposite. I would be seen as the deranged girl of the clan. And mother had fussed over me ever since while in reality she should be taking care of herself and the baby.

I only made things worse. Sighing, I poked the ground with my stick, ignoring the playing children and the working mothers. Why'd everything have to get so difficult? I was really at loss of what to do. And since I made it worse, I had to fix it. This was the person who made sure I was fed, the person who trained me, the person who loved me above everything.

This was my father.

Mind made up, I stood up abruptly, earning some confused glances my way. Ignoring them, I sniffed the air, trying to find my father's smell. In that week I had acknowledged my situation, there was no denying it. I had been transported into the world of Magi, while it had seemed wonderful, in reality it's all but not. I was scared out of my wits for the incoming dangers that would surely haunt this world. I was not going to sit by and let everyone trample on me, I wanted to be prepared and trained enough to the point where I could keep my family and myself protected. Like hell I would let them get enslaved.

Over. My. Dead. Body.

So, my search for my father started...

It didn't take me long to find him. He was in an open plain where he was training his martial arts, using the famed Fanalis stance with his one arm outstretched. I knew that he had smelled me way before I had arrived so I didn't announce my presence, instead I opted to watch him as he gracefully thrust out his palms, and throwing violent kicks into the mix.

Really beautiful to watch.

After another quarter, I got up and joined him, mimicking his movements. Although I needed practice, I was slowly on getting the hang of it, much to my delight. Because getting strong fast meant a stable future life for my parents and I, but more importantly a trouble-less life for my (hopefully) little sister. Also, the fact that my parents wouldn't have to watch constantly over me, would increase their chance at staying safe and without trouble. I sure as hell didn't want to burden them.

Engrossed within our daily training session, we didn't return until midnight, worrying mother endlessly. Her stomach had become fairly large, which meant that soon, she would give birth to my little sibling. Father hadn't even uttered a single word until I did.

"Father, I-I.." I couldn't even finish my sentence, instead I decided to show my real feelings through the language of the body. That language couldn't lie, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't.

He had been shocked at my sudden embrace, but he didn't push me away, he didn't ask any questions, he only tightened the hug, murmuring a soothing, "Everything's alright." just like he had done when I was a new-born baby.

And those words had changed him, because in the next morning everything returned back to normal although my parents' questioning gaze lingered on me whenever I would demand for more training. Even when I was dead tired, I would keep training, I had to become strong and well fast.

The clock was ticking and danger was lurking around every corner.

One day my mother questioned my true motive, to which I had answered truthfully, stating, "I need to become strong in order to protect my family, my little sister, my clan."

This had probably shocked her, since no child of my age trained this vigorously like me. They did train but not like me-and soon I was becoming one of the strongest huntress of my age.