Demon's Oracle (VERY MUCH A WIP AND PROBABLY IS IN ALPHA)

Prologue

  I felt a speck of warm sunlight lie against my cheek. The soft breeze fluttered into the room from the small gap in the roof, accompanying the sunlight. Though blurry, I could see the russet clouds shift slowly across the sky through my eyelashes. However, my ears picked up various noises coming from across the room; The rustling of a heavy overcoat, the thud of a book closing- something suspicious was happening.

I slowly opened my eyes to see a tall, slender figure gather various things from the desk on the other side of the attic. I heard myself breathing heavily at the sight, but looking closer, I could see short, disheveled hair flowing along with the movement of the head.

It took me a while to realize it was my brother, Micheal. Yet... it wasn't like him to be up so early. Usually he took all the time he could get to sleep in.

"Micheal?" I said sleepily. He paused suddenly. "What are you doing up so early?"

"I... It's... It's none of your business." He replied sharply. With a furrowed brow, he resumed packing scrolls and spell books into his bag.

"It IS my business. I'm your sister and I deserve to know what's upsetting you." I stated. Micheal let out a low grunt. He slammed the parchment in his hand on the desk, turning around to face me, still half asleep.

"Look," He said, following a frustrated sigh. "I'm tired of people looking at us like we're freaks. I hate how people talk about us... treat us like garbage."

I knew he was right. I knew people saw us as monsters, oddities. Nobody knew what we were, where we came from... But I was afraid of what he would do If I didn't stop him with whatever he was doing, or at least change his mind.

"No they don't." I lied.

"Yes they do, and if you weren't so naive you would've noticed it." He said in a harsh tone. "So I'm running away, and you can't change my mind. If you want to be treated like an actual human-being, I suggest you come along as well."

I watched in surprise and silence as he bolted down the ladder to our room. I sprinted after him, shouting his name as quietly as to not wake up our parents. Of course, he ignored me as he dashed out the door with his purple cape flowing behind him, making him look mysterious. However, now was not the time to comment on his peculiar, yet strong, fashion sense of all things. My socks thankfully helped mute my pounding footsteps descending down the stairs. We both were headed towards the front door, but I was too late. I dashed out into the field, feeling the cold winter air hit my skin violently. Micheal, his back facing me, was only focused on his spell book as he whispered special spells he was reading.

A white aura surrounded him, and before I knew it, he was gone. Only a white glowing mist had scattered around the surrounding landscape. The only person I could relate to had suddenly disappeared.

I stared down at the cold ground and my still sock-footed legs. I wanted to cry... and a lot. Warm tears raced down my cheeks, which were now as red as cherries. I was the only one there. I was completely alone. I knew I would never see Micheal again.

And I was right. That was the last time I saw my brother.