Chapter 1 - Year 2027

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    “Her name is Crissy Tane.  She was born on November 1st, 2010.  Today is her seventeenth birthday…”

    Yeah, that’s me.  Crissy Tane, born in the worst year humanity has seen.  For some reason that no one ever found out, every child born in 2010 was born with something extra that couldn’t be seen by the naked eye.  Like every other child, I was taken to the science lab for experimentation to see if I had any of those unseen abnormalities.  These tests last two weeks and are done by the strongest gypsy Fae around.  The reason the tests are done after the birth is that these strong Fae have a law that forces them to refuse to analyze fetuses.

    “…has been convicted to death for reasons only she has the right to know…”

    Yeah, that’s because they found nothing in me that they wouldn’t see in a normal human being during my week of tests.  Now, they want me dead because I am not the natural child they thought I was, (but that’s just a huge lie for the audience).  Ever since the first demon child was born, the government tried to raise an army of them.  The only way to get their hands on such a child was to say that the child wasn’t strong enough and died during the tests or if they find out in the later years, they incriminate the child and fake that person’s death. After the child’s faked death, they raise them to be killers in case of war.  What am I?  I am the strongest demon Child ever.  I was born on our celebration – November 1.

    “…she will be caged in a cell that can resist any magic.  The Fae and Druids of our land who put their power and lives into protecting us, built this cage.  On her 18th birthday, she will be hung and burned…”

    Sometimes the government can be so stupid.  If I really wanted to, I could disappear from here right now but my mother doesn’t want me to show the extent of my powers.  She knows I killed my father during my sleep without intending to, she hates me for it, but she doesn’t wish for me to die.  She was also born a demon child but she was the only one in her time.  She accepted what I was until I killed my father.  He didn’t accept that I was a demon child even though he was one without knowing it.  My birth year, 2010, was the second baby boom of our history.  The only difference is that this one, no one in society likes or accepts it.  We are a creation of the devil, children of death they say.  We are no good but to fight in case of war.  What they don’t realize is that we are growing stronger then the humans are.

    When I first realized that I wasn’t like the other kids in school, I started researching oddities that happened in 2010.  Being a strong demon child, I had more senses then anyone in school, yet I never noticed that someone was standing behind me while I looked around sites speaking of the hell 2010 had been.  When I shut one of the screens, I saw his reflection and he asked me if I was a 2010 child and I answered truthfully with a yes.  Afterwards, what stunned me was to hear his voice in my head without seeing his lips move.  His delicate voice said that I was a demon child.  That was two years ago, when I learned what I was.

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