Thicker than Water

Prologue

I wasn't entirely sure how to begin this, but obviously once upon a time is a cliché.  I am typing a majority of this on my phone, so if their are spelling errors please let me know right away.  And since they're was a crash on my phone, I'm starting over.  So yeah, I'd also greatly appreciate your comments on what you think about my book.  If this goes well there will probably be a book two.  So please comment, share, and vote!!!  This had been under major editing but I would appreciate all feed back.  Thank you, loves.

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There was blood.

And it sickened me.

I stood stock still as I watched the massacre before me.  A tall man held a dagger and was fighting the intruders as best as he could, but it was not keeping us from our impending doom.  Although he was much stronger than them, he had nothing on their numbers.  The man had dark hair with light violet eyes.  His clothes were torn and he had cuts on his arms from not being fast enough to dodge at some times.  His clothes were turn and blood stained them.  But his eyes always darted to me, who was trembling in the corner like frightened prey.  The intruders would try to come for me like raging carnivores, but the man would grab them and throw them across the room before they got the chance.  He wouldn't allow them to even come close enough to land a hand on me. 

This man was my father.  The man I saw now was foreign however.  It was like an angry beast had been released to protect his family.

Every now and then he would shout orders at me, but I couldn't hear him.  I couldn't respond to anything.  I was useless and afraid. The intruders would try to throw daggers or sharp needles coated in sleeping poison but my father would step in the way each time.  And each time he would get hurt.  We weren't going to last much longer at this rate because even he is slowing down.  Everything he was doing now was only prolonging it.

A woman laid on the floor with her long red hair masking her face.  She kept trying to get to her feet, but simply couldn't.  She kept calling out to me, telling me to run.  Her hands were bloodied and her arms were bruised.  Shards of glass stuck into her skin from being thrown into the china cabinet.  Her long lavender gown was torn at the bottom edge and her knees were red from being pushed on the carpet so many times.  I couldn't move though, my body was frozen in place out of fear.

My father clocked one of the guys in the eye and they stumbled back.  He then turned to me and jerked me to my feet.  He put his pendant around my neck and held my shoulders tightly.  His fierce blue eyes glared at me.  "Run," he snapped.  "Please, run!"  I could only stare at him as tears welled in my eyes.  He turned back to the intruders as they got to their feet in their daze.  "Run," he commanded.  "Everything will be alright.  I'll come for you.  But right now you have to go!"

I hesitated for only a moment before I gave a fast nod and bolted around the quarrel and the woman on the floor, who was limp as a boneless fish.  I ran through the halls of the house I knew so well, but all the while listening to the quarrel that was getting further behind me.  I passed paintings and photos of people I couldn't quite name but knew.  Soon enough, I got to the foyer of our large house and stopped in my tracks.  My entire body froze at the sight before me.

Before me was a man who I could swear was in the study with my father.  The man wasn't paying attention to me, but instead to the stormy sky outside.  His long sword dripped blood as he stood there calmly enjoying the storm.  My hands stopped trembling and turned into fists as I watched how calm he was about this.  I wanted to do something -anything- but then I couldn't move.  I swallowed hard and he turned his head to my direction.  "Ah, we've missed one," he said, still very calm.

With a glare, I took several steps back.  "Who are you," I snapped at him, but my voice was so high pitched it revealed the fear I was meaning to hide.  "Why are you doing this?"

He turned to face me head on and grinned.  All I could see was his vibrant orange and demonic snake eyes that glared at me underneath his dark hood.  "Why would I tell that to someone who's about to die," he asked maliciously, smiling with long fangs.  "And besides you're a kid, you wouldn't even begin to understand."  A low hiss rose from me and his eyes widened with surprise, then his smile grew wider.  "You're their kid, huh?  I actually thought you'd be older.  How old are you?  Six?"  I flinched from his very accurate guess.  "So I'm right.  Well, I'm sorry to say that you wont live past this day."  He drew his sword and pointed it at me.  "You die here," he says loudly and rushes towards me.

Then like that it was over.

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