The Misfit

Chapter 1 : My Name is Tyrone

    My name is Tyrone Zuniga Sanders. I am the son of Jack Sanders, and eagle avian, and Maria Zuniga, a demon. A hybrid, and I'm hated for it. They try to hide it the best they can. But, nothing can hide the true nature of another's hatred from me. I get strange looks where ever I go and creatures don't want to be around me. It hurts, and I'm sure they know it.

    My mother was gentle and kind. She always looked for the best solution and took time with every decision. My dad on the other hand, was hot headed and was always the first one to pull a punch when it came to protecting me. He's not afraid to stand up to anyone. But, when you were raised by a military-based father you learn that early on I suppose. However, this has caused more trouble that help. Especially  when Chester goes at me. Chester is a priest for the Cierasites. He's cold and hurtful.

    "Do you see what I see?! I see it clear as day!" I remember Chester preaching loudly before pointing to me "This thing  is and embodiment of sin!"

    I was young. In fear I held on to my dad, tears welling in my eyes. My father gave Chester the meanest glare I'd ever seen in my life or have seen since out of him.

    "Leave him alone Chester he's done nothing wrong!" My father shouted harshly.

    "What about you Jackson?! " Chester retorted. That threw dad over the edge. He lunged at Chester and grabbed him by the collar. Before he could do damage my mother stepped in and pulled dad off. Being a demon she is stronger than many other creatures despite her size. Chester walked of cursing at my dad under his breath. Such a spiteful lynx.

    I look at my dad who was gritting his teeth as mother scorned him for acting the way he did. He was about to retort but, instead he let out an aggravated huff and hung his head shamefully. Avoiding eye contact with mom. A sympathetic look washed over her face. She knows he was only trying to protect me from Chester. Mom gave my father a hug and a kiss on the cheek and he smiled. It's amazing really. No matter what happens they're there for each other and no matter what I know they'll be there for me.

    We walked home with dad carrying me on his shoulders. It felt like I was the tallest creature in the world. I was pretty short when I was young, barely four feet. Which compared to my towering father at over six feet tall is pretty small. I remember I'd stretch my wings out and make whooshing sounds like I was flying as my dad ran off with me.

    Flying was my favorite thing to do. The wind feels great as it blows gently over each feather and the thought of flying high above the clouds. Everything about it seemed great. Not only that but, the Arial Tournaments held every year were so exciting! Especially since my dad competed in them every year. He has more medals than I can count!

   I would love to compete too. However, that's a long time away.