Allifer

Chapter 2: And So It Begins

So here we go. The beginning of it all. If you couldn't figure it out, I'm the member of a DID system (Two actually). And no I don't plan on educating you. Fucking look it up or something. fuck I don't know.

My name is Allifer but it wasn't always that. In fact its new fairly recently like a week or two. It all started in the world you all know, the one I'm publishing this to. But that's not where this story is going to take place. No we are starting in the inner world. This lovely place called Adrillia. Specifically, the country side, with wild man-eating flowers and shadow creatures coming through the vail every so often. I grew up with my family, a large one. My mother is a fairy so she can't have children. And my family is quite odd. Children her and my father adopted over centuries. My mother decided she wanted children related at least to my father so here we are. One surrogate later and two half elf children (my father being the human). I'm not about to explain to you how my father lived so long I don't have the time for that.

I and my twin brother Chance were born. They named me Jared. I grew up pretty normal until our uncle began to visit more and more frequently. He took a special interest in me. Why I don't know. Maybe because he was a fairy as well, he could tell that I was a fairy tree in his gut. My parents would have him watch us as kids so they could go travel for their work in botany and farming or so they could have a date night. So we'd be left with that man for a day or more. Let me clarify about this man real quick. He's my mother's biological brother and had the same traumatic past as her. The difference is he used it as an excuse to do bad things instead of my mother who decided to show unbridled love to everyone around her.

Well anyway, it isn't a story about them it's about me. Jared would write everything down in letters and put them into mason jars then go out past the garden and fields into the forest near the creek and burry them each night. I'm sure you can see where this is going.

My first memory or letter was with that guy. We were about four. He put us down for nap time, but he separated Chance and I from our shared bedroom. He had put me in my parents' room. He said it was because he couldn't trust us to not play instead of sleep. I laid on the bed for what seemed like hours even though it was probably only a few minutes I couldn't sleep without Chance there and I'm sure Chance was fine. I heard the door to my parents' creak open, so I looked up. I see my uncle standing in the doorway and he smiled at me.

"oh... I see your not sleeping yet..." he said with a grin that even at four years old I knew was evil. "You know your in big trouble now..." He whispered as if he would get caught. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled the blanket off me and placed his deathly cold hand on top of my exposed skin right above my hip. He easily rotated my body. I tried to push him off but I was only four. He lifted my shirt and kissed the middle of my chest. I instinctively put my hands on his forehead and tried to push but to no avail.

He instead grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. "Bad Boy..." He scolded with a literal growl. You know I didn't even have a say. I froze. It felt like I was suddenly floating. Like I was in a pool on a floatation device. When I popped back It was because of pain. It hurt. My hands we're tied above my head with something, and I could see my knees close to my chin spread and my uncle's face was just above and between them moving back and forth. It hurt. I could feel the blood dripping onto my parents bed. His hand was over my mouth and tears were swelling. Then I was floating again. He grunted and groaned into my ear as I floated. I floated Further and Further away and so did the pain.

When I was back I was in the bed all dressed and I could hear chance playing outside the room. I had thought it was a weird dream so I went to get up to go play. Instead I was greeting with a sharp pain and a thud to the ground. It was loud and heavy and my mom had rushed in. She touched my forehead and said I had a fever and that my uncle said I had gotten a bloody nose when I was sleeping. At the time I believed it I was only four. This was the first time but not the last.