My Life As Amythyst Night+More

Yang's Memories #1

I was around 4 or 5 when my powers started to bloom. At first, it was the simple short bursts of power whenever I concentrated hard enough. 

Then it was longer spouts of magic. My magic was semi harmless at the time. I only really killed insects and maybe a bird or three. 

I was an early shifter as well. This meant that most pups shifted into different forms than the norm, at around 8 to 10. I shifted when I was 6. I got angry when another pup took the toy i was playing with. I broke the whimpering things wrist. Oh well.

Around the age of 7 or 8 (I can't remember) I accompanied my father on a hunt. My very first hunt. I watched my fathers huge black hulking frame as he stalked a male deer, around the same size as he. A buck. 

My father tackled it to the ground and then ripped it's neck out, all before it could cry out. I was fascinated as blood came spurting out. 

My first kill was in the same hunt, I took down a Bambi looking deer. I shifted and crouched. I remember watching it as it grazed, unaware of it's certain doom.

I pounced on it's back and sank my small but sharp claws into it's throat. I remember how easily my claws sank into it's neck. I remember the look in it's eyes as I tore deeper into it's body. A feeling of triumph, a feeling of freedom, a feeling of power.

My father was so proud of me, as was the rest of the hunt.

We came back from the hunt and I looked at my mother eagerly for her reaction. At first as my father explained what I did, her reaction was one of horror? A brief flash but it was covered by a smile. I knew that smile. It was fake. She wasn't happy. But I was. 

I remember hearing their conversation.

"She's a natural hunter! She's like me." I can hear the sneer in his voice now, but when I was a pup I never knew.

My mothers face turns pale and I turn away.

"F-Fain she's still a pup. Let her-" She gets cut off.

"She's a natural warrior, Shadow. She's a leader and she'll rule after me. She's going to start training soon and I'll deal with her. Obviously you can't see past our pathetic runt of a worm pup."  He snarls angrily. I hear my mother say something in return and then a slap.

A snarl erupts and I remember hearing something hit the wall.

"Stupid woman. Don't you dare talk to me like that. You're my mate and you live in my pack. I won't hesitate to put you in your place, she-wolf." He starts towards the place I'm eavesdropping in and I scramble away. 

I scramble back to my room and I quickly take a shower. I put on a new change of clothes before a knock alerts me that someones outside. I go over to the door and open it.

Mother is standing in the doorway and I let her in. 

"S-sweety about earlier I'm sorry. I'm very proud of you. I was just shocked to see you covered in-in blood." She has a bruise against her right cheek and a blue and green mark against her arm.

"It's okay mom." I say, sitting on the bed. What else could I say?

*When I'm 12*

I catch the blade before it hits my side and I duck as another sails over my head. I listen for another, this one coming straight down. I do a back flip and kick both my assailant and the weapon down. I'm satisfied as I hear the machete hit the ground.

I lift up my blind fold and look around. 4 People lie on the ground, one is groaning.

"Hey Jaden I hit you further than the last 17 times." I grin and pick up one of the daggers.