Would Every Thing Change?

Chapter 1: Thorn On My Side

'Grrr' I quickly opened my eyes to a growl behind me. I turn to see nothing. Nothing, just dirt in this empty field... 'Wait? What am I doing here?' As I try to remember my head starts to feel like knives stabbing each and every memory I try to see. I instinctively reach to soothe the pain.

Step.

Step.

'Am I hearing someone?' I tried to listen through this horrible headache. I take a deep breath.

'Woosh' I quickly dashed to the side. 'What was that?' I feel something hot dripping down my cheek. 'Woah! They got me. How? My aura should've been activated.' I look at my attacker a tall black mass.

"Heh, you got lucky that time but I'll make sure you won't again" I grinned. I unsheath my daggers. Using my speed I create a dust cloud around the mass. I drive my daggers in and out of the cloud. Feeling them make contact every time. I bring the daggers closer to my chest using my speed I jump as highly, for my final attack.

As the clouds parted my eyes widened the mass wasn't there. 'Crack'. I was kicked across the field as I landed with each hit on the ground. I stayed motionless. I heard them walking to me. I want to get up. Fight but I can't. I see them hover over me looking at me with pity. I grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it at them. They stepped on my wrist and it went numb, limp. I see their other foot going straight for my neck.

'Crash' I jolted up. Breathing hard.

"Zwei!" I see him trotting out of my room after successfully getting his toy and messing up my room. I sigh as I see what he dropped. "Why can't I remember my dream?" Oh no. He dropped the sensitive fire dust. I quickly grabbed it and ran down the stairs and to the backyard. To which I threw a decent distance away. I hid behind the chairs covering my ears waiting for it to explode.

"What did you just throw?" I hear my mom's muffled voice. I turn to see her drinking something. Most likely hot chocolate or something. My mom's name is Ruby Rose. She's a huntress. She was wearing her pajamas with a robe. She has silver eyes and black hair but with red in it. She's tall. Over her right eye, she has a big scar. Told us it was from a fight when she was younger. I always wondered who. I asked my mother but she never told me either.

"Zwei dropped fire dust containers off of my desk."

"Okay then... Why did you throw it?" She asked, drinking her hot chocolate?

"Well..." I motioned to where I threw it. "You told me that it'll explode if I drop it."

"What? When did I say that?" She looked confused.

"When you gave it to me for my birthday," I said. 'How did she forget? She gave a long rant about what to do if I dropped it a few days after she gave it to me.'

"Heh. Oh yeah! I remember."

"See, so that's wh-"

"I lied."

I slowly turn my head to her. "What?" I asked.

"I lied. I told you that because your sister was experimenting with it after you two got it. And let's just say it had an explosive start and a long cleaning with a few choice words from your mother." She reminisced.

"So. Is that just for nothing?" I motioned towards the yard.

"No, not nothing son. At least I know you listen to me. And now we know that the bottles your mother signed to produce work really well." She gave a thumbs up and smiled.

I slowly blinked and nodded. And walked back inside the house and sat at the kitchen table.

"Are you not going to grab it?" Mom walked in from the screen door that led from the kitchen to the backyard.