Royal Bloodline

Prologue

Hey everyone! I've wanted to write this story for a really long time but never did because it's a bit harder than the others! 

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Prologue

I can feel the cold, moist soil slam against my feet. I see my sister looking back multiple times.  Our clammy hands clutching as we sprint through the woods away from what devoured our whole family, the Okamiyasha, or demon wolves. I can feel my legs grow weaker and heavier, slowing me down. My breathing becomes painful as the razor iced cold air cuts through my windpipe.  Like a dragon, white puffs of smoke can be seen every time I breathe out. I can see the moon as it's light peeks through the trees. Suddenly, I crash hard against the ground, getting a mouth full of dirt. My ankle starts pounding in pain. 

"Fay!" I hear my sister's muffled scream as she runs back for me. The growls of the Okamiyasha get louder and louder.  We know what that can only mean.  The sound of twigs crushing echos in the forest encircling us.  My sister slides next to me. She puts her hands over my ankle. A small warm glow that shines between her hands and my ankle. The pain slowly disappearing. 

"Sis, I can hear them, they're close now," My sister gives me a small nod, knowing we can't run anymore. They already have us surrounded. I can hear them, there are  four of them. They make a diamond formation leaving us no where to run.

"Fay, I need you to stay behind me no matter what, got it?" My sisters voice stern and serious. I give a shaky nod, tears starting to form in my eyes. "It's alright, I'll protect you." She gives me a small smile before all the Okamiyasha come out of the shadows and into the moon's light. 

My sister draws her sword and prepares for a fight. I sit there looking at every one of them in horror. Their eyes, a piercing red, are laser focused on us.  Their yellowish fangs, long and sharp, covered in the blood of the town's people. Their lips curled back in a snarl growling, circling us, ready to pounce at any moment. The menacing stand they possess, their arched backs and heads low to the ground, make the hairs on my neck stand up.  Their dagger sharp claws deface the ground with each stride they take. Their pointed ears alert for any sound we might make, or any warning calls from their friends.

Suddenly, my sister screams "Run!" And all of the Okamiyasha race toward us. My little legs scramble up as I sprint through a gap between two Okamiyasha. One of them turns, races towards me. All at once, I feel a sharp claw ripping the skin on my back. I let out a long howling wail. The pain is so excruciating, I fall straight to the floor. My hand instantly reaches for the wound. When I lift my hand up to my face I see it's dripping in blood. 

The Okamiyasha slowly approaches me. It's claw covered in my blood it shed. I can't move, my back is in too much pain. I sit there in a coiled position and wait for his fangs to pierce my skull. All of a sudden, a sword cuts straight through it's neck. Blood splatters all over my face, as I sit there in horror. The Okamiyasha flops to it's side motionless. I look up and my sister is fighting with her bare hands, her sword, her only weapon was used to save me. When they jump toward her she swings a punch straight to their jaw. Unfortunately that doesn't slow them down. 

One of them jumps on her back slashing into her skin. She makes a small cry before it's fangs rip a chunk from her neck. She falls to her knees then straight on her side. The blood now gushing out of her neck. My whole body is paralyzed. I'm so scared and filled with rage I can't even feel the wound on my back. My eyes go wide as all the Okamiyasha jump on her weak body to devour her.

 My fists tighten in anger. My teeth grind together. I struggle to stand up. Blood dripping from their teeth makes my blood boil. All the Okyamiyasha look in my direction. They start to make they're way toward me. Ready to do what they did to my sister, to me. I feel the cold blood dripping down my back. One of the Okamiyasha jerks his head up, growls, and sprints in my direction. 

I stand there in shock ready to accept my fate. I was the weakest child in my family. I deserve to die. I have no purifying powers, no super strength, nothing special. Every one in my family had some sort of power. My sister was a purifier, which she inherited from my mother, and could read peoples minds by touch. My dad could control people by locking his eyes with someone. My special power is nothing. I was never good at learning karate. I don't know how to use a gun or a sword.

I was always being protected by guards where ever I went. I wasn't strong enough to protect the people I love. All those happy times, sad times, funny times are all going to disappear.  All of a sudden I get a flash of the past. I see all the hard times my family and I shared. I see all the laughs we shared. My family wouldn't want me to give up! I don't know why they all tried to protect me from these monsters but I will not die!

The Okamiyasha is already in front of me and pouncing into the air. My eyes shoot a glare right into it's eyes. The blood that was once dripping down my back has now formed into a wing. It shields me from the Okamiyasha. The wing slaps it straight to the ground. It makes a small whimper when it crashes to the ground. All the Okamiyasha prepare for a fight. My blood transforms into a scythe. It's nice and light. Has a nice shine to it, for being made out of blood of course. The blade is perfectly curved and sharpened. 

 To make it look like I know how to use it, I twirl it above my head then I swing the blade with such speed it cuts through the air making a whipping sound. The Okamiyasha cower back in fear. They make one more growl before they disappear into the darkness.

The scythe seeps through my fingers and turns into a pile of blood. My body grows weak, as my knees turn in and my vision goes blurry. I collapse into the pile of blood. The only thing I remember before blacking out is a boy with black hair standing before me. His hair blowing in the night's breeze.