Freed

Dialogue

As I remember how my father retold the story in such great detail, he says my mother thought I was freakishly beautiful. She thought I was going to be just like her and papa, black as night hair, olive skin, and deep hazel eyes.

Yet here I am the total opposite, ash blonde hair, gray-blue eyes (that occasionally turn to solid gray, blue and green, and sometimes even calico) and a splash of freckles on my small nose, but there was a twist I was born with a defect that science can't prove. My blood was black as oil. My skin was resistant to fire and my hair would burst into flames and my hands caught on fire.

The instant I was born we ran away from our server, because my parents couldn't explain to the doctors why I was this way.

I was born in server 7, which was supposedly the lucky server... not so lucky for me I guess. We were outcasts. Serverless. Out of the 20 servers in the country, we stumbled upon server 18. They called us the "survivors" because they thought we had never been in a different server.

We lived happy lives with my new little sister Annabelle that was just the cutest thing, until I got mad at my father and stormed out. When I came back to the house I found nothing but black and gray ashes and my mother standing over the burned bodies of Annabelle and papa. But that wasn't the thing that upset me the most; the thing that upset me the most was the last thing I said to papa was "I hate you!"

The fire fighters finally came but obviously it was too late. Again we had to leave the server. And again we stumbled upon another server, 13, the most un-prosperous server of the 20. Here we could lay low until I was sixteen.

I was twelve years old when they died. It's been four years since that has happened. My name is Blaze and I will change the world.