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Chapter 1/Prologue

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CHAPTER 1

Prologue

Sometimes...I hate being a girl. To me, it seems trivial whether we're born as boys or girls, but apparently the others don't think the same way I do. Even my parents think I'm weird just because I'm a girl.

I know that from our appearances we're supposed to be guys and all that, but come on. How hard can it be to accept that I AM A GIRL? I am not a mutation, and I most definitely am not a creep!

Why is it that there are so little female Sharpclaws, anyway? Or in other words...how the heck are there so many obnoxious males?!? I really don't get it. I want to fit in. I can definitely fit in, and I'm just as good as fighting as any of the guys my age. I can even beat a bunch of them.

But guess what? I'm shunned, and the reason is supposedly because I'm a female. How could they do that to me?

I know there are about five to ten female Sharpclaws in the colony, yet not a SINGLE ONE OF THEM has to go through what I have to go through. So they're all adults. So they know how to clean the den. So they can cook and clean to their heart's content...so WHAT?

I can bet on my life that not a single one of them can fight as well as I can, or can build a house within two weeks, or can understand what the guys are talking about. I can cook and clean just as well as any of them (thank you very much), thanks to my mother's constant buggering.

I don't want to be all lady-like. I don't want to be all soft and kind (Ok, I want to be kind. So sue me.) I DON'T WANT TO BE ANOTHER BORING DO-WORK-AND-DON'T-GET-CREDIT FEMALE! Maybe that's why they all shun me. I really wouldn't know.

I sometimes hang out with the guys, but whenever I try to join in their conversations, they just look at me like I'm crazy. Is it that weird that I actually know what you guys are talking about? Geez. I hate being looked at as just another female.

One Sharpclaw is excruciatingly infuriating. Let's just put it this way. I hate his guts. I know, mom. How unlady-like (Sigh. The Sharpclaws I have to deal with...). Remind me exactly why I don't just go and leave home? It's not much like home anyway.

Anyway, the awful Sharpclaw's name is Michael (His friends like to call him Mike. Not that I'm keeping tabs...). The other Sharpclaws are bad enough (thank you very much), but he makes things 10 TIMES MORE AWFUL.

Imagine if you had accidentally dropped a bowl of spaghetti on the president of the United State's head, while managing to trip over a staircase and pull down Warren Buffet's pants in front of everyone in the whole world.

That's pretty much how he makes me feel. Every time I hear one of his snide comments, I feel like punching him in the nose. In case you didn't know, that would be a bad thing to do. Like...a really bad thing to do.

Why, you ask?

Well, considering the fact that his dad is the leader of the pack, and his mom has relationships with nearly all the other Sharpclaw packs, I would be in deep water if I ever tried such a stunt. Really deep water.

Which is why I would never imagine doing such a thing. Really (Ok, I would imagine it, but I would never actually do it for real.). I have no idea how the heck he did it, but he managed to scrunch up Every. Little. Thing (When I say every little thing, I mean every little thing.) that I have ever done in my extremely short life (If 16 years can be counted as short...).

That would include all the obnoxious things I did when I was two, all the hilariously dumb things I did when I was four, all the embarrassing things I did when I was ten, all the shameful things I did when I was 14 (I remember a certain incident with a bunch of snakes hanging off of a certain someone's head, and a certain someone screaming like a baby...Don't worry. The snakes weren't poisonous. They were just harmless garden snakes.), and pretty much everything else that I did went into his trusty notebook. Every single nitpicking detail.

Don't think I didn't try to rip the notebook to shreds. I did, truly I did. It's just that a certain someone kept it under lock and key, and when I tried to get in, I accidentally timed it wrong and met a certain someone's dad in their underwear (Might I point out that his face turned purple?)...Needless to say, I got kicked out of the house.

And of course, that little scene too went into his trusty notebook. Oh, the remorse! Oh, the embarrassment! Oh, the shame! (I should like to point out that not going into drama is a serious waste of my wonderful skills. ^_^)

I do believe I would like to strangle him...

Now there's only one reason left to stay in this god-forsaken "pack" (as we like to call ourselves. Not me, of course. I wouldn't do it for the world. Ok, maybe I would. Descendants of the dogs, they say. Pure and mighty, they shout. Proud and strong, they agree. Anyway, enough with that nonsense.)

Every century, Rhynx (the almighty lord of all terror mystipets, who had been sentenced to an eternity in Karnag a few millennia ago) manages to save enough energy to break free of his jail for a few precious hours.

Not enough time for him to cause wide-spread damage, you see. So we, his precious servants, do his mighty deed for him. Not a mass murder, mind you. Just a few kills here and there. I, never having murdered someone, wouldn't know.

Every century, Rhynx names one Sharpclaw to fulfill their destiny (Lord knows what that would be). That certain Sharpclaw would then go on a journey to cause some massive chaos and monstrous damage. (We like to call it keeping down the population.)

When the Sharpclaw returns, he/she is ruler of all Sharpclaws for his/her lifetime. Rhynx could grant one Sharpclaw eternal life if he wanted to, but I guess he hasn't met the right one yet.

That's my goal. This is a once in a lifetime chance. Don't you see? This is my chance to shine! I plan to be the one chosen to go on the journey this century. It would mean the world to me. I'm not exaggerating.

On top of all that, I would get a dangerous flower. A poisonous flower. Not only is it a poisonous flower, it's a deeply poisonous flower. There's enough poison in one pedal to kill ten mystipets. Sometimes more depending on the size, but never less.

And there are ten petals (I'll give you a moment to let that sink in.).

It's not that I'm going to actually use the poison or anything, it's the concept. Wielding so much power in your hands. If you don't mind me saying, it's mighty appealing.

But the downside is, not just any Sharpclaw is chosen. Only THE Sharpclaw is chosen. That's what so special about it. I'm going to be the Sharpclaw chosen, and I will prove to all Sharpclaws that you are NEVER, under any circumstance, to underestimate a female, no matter how strong you may seem.

That'll show them. Especially Mike. It will tear his confidence to pieces. But then, why is there a prick of unease at having to kill? Shouldn't I worry more about being chosen?

They were right though. ALL Sharpclaws are bad, and I'm going to be the worst of them all. Power, here I come!