I was on the run. My family was killed because of me. I never asked to be this way. I never asked to be created. I heard footsteps behind me. "THERE SHE IS! GET HER!" I heard shouts behind me. I knew I had to fight. I stopped and turned. "If you want me your gonna have to kill me!" I shouted. I knew why this was happening. I knew how this would end. Three men approached me. Loud clicks were heard as my forearms started to glow a light blue. I concentrated on forming hatchets. As they appeared the men pulled out their weapons. Three mortals against a wayword weapon. Their fait was sealed when they started this fight. They all died. I picked up one of their knives. I focused. It started to melt. I am of the forge.
I am Marissa. I was created as a weapon of the queen.i am of the forge, meaning I can create weapons or destroy them. Each proses uses heat. Creating also uses my blood. The more I fight the stronger my weapons are. The queen prefers to create female weapons. That's just how she is. I was too human. I ran off. She wouldn't look for me. However people hated me. I tried to hide it. I always wore a jacket to hide my gears. The gears were a part of my skin. Like a tattoo. They would glow as I created a weapon. The gears themselves could kill. If you were to put your hand on them I could tear your hand off. I tried to hide. I tried to lie. It never worked. I was an outcast. My 'family' were the people who took me in and cared for me. Now because of me they died.this is how I was destined to live. No wayward weapon had an easy life. Most turned to the enemy kingdom so they could be a little higher. Most were killed and dissected however. Life would never be easy for me.
-A/N just a start. I hope you guys enjoy-
