Earning My Identity

Chapter 1

Imagine yourself in my shoes. My number is xx22. We all have numbers here, well... Until we are eighteen. I'm the last of my family to have a number. All my four brothers and sisters have their names already. They say the quest you have to face is hard. But I'm prepared.
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Whispering? Movement? I could sense these things in my light slumber. The window was open, as I could feel the chilly morning breath upon my neck. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, pushing my curled hair across my forehead, reviling my light green eyes. "Happy eighteenth birthday!" Tons of voices filled the room. Well, only six to be exact. But when you just woke up from a sweet dream filled with adventure, it seemed as if you were getting roared at by a lion. "Thank you!" I acted sweetly, trying not to show my annoyance towards my family. Chase, my older leaned down next to me. His eyes glowing with excitement. "How does it feel to be eighteen?" His voice was dropped down to a whisper. I leaned close and whispered also "I don't know, I only just woke up." With that, I jumped out of bed and hugged my family before pushing them out of my room so I could get dressed for the day. I changed into a white shirt and beige pants. I tired my shoes, which by now were torn to shreds from training. I hoped to get new ones.
I stepped out side of my room and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. The smell of eggs and sausage woke me up, and my stomach grumbled. Maybe dreaming got me hungry, I thought and laughed to myself quietly. " So mom." I said sitting down in my regular spot at the table, next to the wall. " What did ya get me for my birthday?" I twirled one of my curls between my fingers, and looked away as I asked the question. When I did this, for some reason my mom always told me the truth, or I always got what I wanted. I guess she found it cute. Mom looked over at me and sighed softly. " Well.." She sighed, looking over at the coffee table in the living room. It was filled with presents of all sizes and all different colored wrapping paper. I looked over, following her gaze. " You will just have to see.. Won't you?" A small smile grew on her lips. I started to get up before she cut me off. " Hold up there. After you eat." She tossed her wash rag onto her shoulder and filled the table with eggs, sausage and biscuits. The smell filled my head with exciting thoughts of food dancing. " Breakfast!!" Mom had called out threw the window. My sisters ran into the living room. "No Bows on the table!" Mom had hissed out as Raven, my oldest sister was about to set hers down. " Sorry mom, guess I just got excited!" She ran up to her room and set her bow down.
When you are born, you get a weapon to help you survive. My two sisters have bows. My brother has a tomahawk, my dad has throwing knives, and well... My mom hasn't told us when she had. I so happen to have a Crescent moon blade. It's pretty unique. Only a few are actually lucky to have exotic weapons. There are different classes of weapons. First class is Tier one, bow and arrows, throwing knives and stuff near that. Next is tier two, Guns, tomahawks, swords. Tier three, scythes, butterfly knives, moon blades, stuff near that. So I guess I got lucky.
I ate my food quickly and ran to the living room after washing my plate. I jumped into the couch and sat there patiently waiting for the family to gather around. It took them about ten minuets to finish their food. They all sat in a circle around me. "Go ahead." My dad said, nodding towards the gifts. My hands picked up a small box. It looked perfectly wrapped with a nice bow on top. My fingers tore the paper, dropping it to my side out of the way. What was inside was a watch. "What's this?" I asked, confused. "It's a watch. It tells you the time, temperature, your heart rate, how many steps you have taken, your blood sugar and the date. It will come useful to you in your quest." Dad took my wrist and put it on for me, adjusting it so it fits exactly. "Thank you!" I smiled and went back to opening my gifts. The rest were art supplies, books, clothes, and the new shoes I wished for. One present remained. My fingers slid over the wrapping paper, tearing the paper. I opened the box and my eyes widened. I looked up at my parents and the back down, shocked.