The Lost Heir

Chapter 3

A/N- River in the forest that Raven loves to play in.

Amon's POV

Two years later.

What the hell was I doing with this kid? I've been asking myself that question for the past two years now. I should have killed her when I first saw her. This kid was so annoying. But I didn't kill her. Why the hell didn't I kill her?

Raven was playing in the river hidden deep in the forest. I watched from the trees as she skipped over the rocks in the river. Her dark hair swaying with her movements. It always amazed me how she was always able to find me. Every time I appeared in this realm I would emerge at a different place, yet she always found me.

Two years ago when she discovered the place where I would emerge in the human realm, she didn't seem to be afraid. What child isn't afraid of a fifty foot tall demon? Given I can change my size, but still. Normal humans are afraid of me. So why isn't she?

"Amon! Come play with me!" I heard Raven shout over the flow of the river.

"No. You know I can't do that. The water would evaporate." I explained.

"Oh right." She said, disappointment seeping into her voice.

Did she want to play with me that much? She did say she didn't have any friends. I could go into the river with her, but that means I would have to turn into my human form. Well not human, but more like, less demonic form.

In that form, I took on the appearance of a mortal man. I was six feet four inches, with medium brown hair and deep green eyes. I looked as though I was twenty five human years.

I have never appeared in front of Raven in that form. She seemed as though she was afraid of humans. Last year, when she found me, she had cuts covering her arms and her left eye was swollen. When I asked her where she got the injuries, she clammed up. She refused to tell me. But I wasn't an idiot. The villagers were still abusing her. Why did they even abuse a child?

Raven got out of the river, her dress soaking wet. She ran up next to me. Placing my hand on the ground, I cooled my palm for her to sit. She jumped onto my palm and pressed her body against my fingers. She was trying to warm her cold body.

"Raven, are you warm enough yet?" I asked as she hopped off my hand.

She shook her head, her hair dancing around her. I watched as she jumped back into the river. I sighed. Well she is a child. What else can she do except play?

A cry of pain distracted me from my thoughts. Turning towards Raven, I saw she had fallen in the river. The water around her turning red. Rushing over to her, I picked her up, cooling my body as to not burn her. On her left leg, there was a long jagged cut, running from the back of her thigh to the back of her calf.

When I tried to touch it, she hissed in pain. This girl really is strange. Normally with a cut this size and depth, a normal eight year old would be bawling her eyes out. But not Raven. All she was doing was biting her lip, trying to hide the pain she was feeling.

I wanted to help her but in my demon form, I couldn't. I looked at the cut only to see that it wasn't bleeding as much as before. That's good. It just needs to be wrapped. As I thought that, Raven ripped her dress and wrapped it around her leg. She was now naked in my hand. Does she not have any respect for herself? I guess she wasn't thought that since she is an orphan.