The Most Powerful (The Unchangeable)

Chapter 1 (The First Sight)

B.C.E: (Translated) Ethan lay on the stone cold floor, looking up at the lifeless ceiling. Why did father leave me? Ethan thought. Did he not love me? Did he not want me? Ethan slowly looked back up at the ceiling. There were sounds upstairs.

Of course, he had never been up the stairs, and he never will. The door at the top of the stairs creaked open, making a loud thud when shut. It's her, Ethan thought. As she came down the stairs, Ethan lay there, helpless and fragile.

Without looking, Ethan knew the disgusted sneer across her face. Her chestnut hair piled with mud and filth. Those beady blue eyes glaring down upon him.

"Ethan, get up!" She yelled, sounding as if her throat was shriveled up and dead. With the scratchy sound that came from her throat, and her wide angry eyes staring at him, Ethan decided not to answer. What's the harm? Ethan thought. Dying wouldn't be so bad. At least not as bad as this.

"Stand my boy!" She screamed.

"Never," Ethan said, breathing the words.

"What?" She said, cocking her head to the side dangerously.

"Never!" Ethan yelled, listening to the sound of his voice echoing. Ethan then got a chill of fear.

She yanked out her whip from a hook on the side of her clothing. As she whipped away, Ethan felt his blood wet on his body, spilling out. He watched as it splattered across the walls in the cell.

Then when all couldn't get any worse, Ethan's whole world went black.

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Samantha, my sister, was sitting on the fresh green grass. She was holding a butterfly, with a smile on her face that she had when she was happy. Good, she's in a good mood. Time to take a step forward, literally.

As I walked up, she looked up at me with her pale blue eyes, full of sunlight. Her long blond, curly hair had been blowing about in the wind. I could smell the flower scent she's always had. Like fresh spring. It had always brought me to a place out of this world. A second home.

"Yes Sam?" She asked, standing up to brush the grass off her little pink dress. She was happy for a moment, but everything was about to change. She had never appreciated me, so it might do her good to see that I'd go off on my own like that, I am the oldest....

"I... um... will you-"

I stopped and took a deep breath. My twin sister was staring at me, smiling, but obviously worried.

"Will you go into the cellar with me?" I asked abruptly.

"No! It is forbidden," Samantha said, keeping her cool, as usual. But deep inside, I burned with anger. How could she not be the least bit curious? It may be fine if we broke Mother's rules, if she never finds out.

"Fine! Then I'll go by myself!" I said, stamping on one foot turning on my heel, and stomping away. But Samantha had gotten furious. All I heard was her squeal behind me in anger, then all the sudden, she ended up on me.

We rolled down the grass, trying to be the one on top. When she finally got a grip on me, my Mother slammed open the door. As I seen Samantha's facial expression change from dominance to fear, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

We're dead.

"Samantha Leah Wartext!" Mother said, grabbing my sister by the hair, and yanking her off of me.