World of Anarchy

Chapter 1 Aeonian

People don't sing about days that didn't happen. People don't cry for tears that weren't shed. Time doesn't stop when you close your eyes, and our clock will keep ticking even after we die. No one's going home tonight without heartache and moonlight. We have to keep on moving until there's nothing else to move on to and we're gone. All you have is you to hold onto with no ware to go. Sometimes I wish words could solve everything, but thinking back I know now that was only a dream that would never happen. I stroked my father's messy black hair that I inherited out of his face remembering what he told me a thousand times. I pulled him into my lap as he choked on his own blood, fluttering his blacked out eyes up at me.

"Don't speak, it's okay, it's okay. I'll fix it! I can fix this." Holding what was left of his throat with my hands' blood spewed out in protest. Panicked at the sight before me I tried to recall any of my mothers spells that could help.

"Child." He lifted a blood-soaked hand to my face. I grasped it, pulling it closer to my cheek.

"Don't speak daddy. It's going to be okay." My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes.

"You need to know." My tears fell onto his face, blending into the blood. "Your not who you think you are." I knitted my brows together.

"What do you mean?" He took a deep breath, blood squirting more on to me.

"You are our child...but you are her."

"Who?"

"The Creator."

"Who's the Creator?"

"She, she is the maker of all...she relives."

"And she's doing that through me?" He nodded his head slowly.

"I'm sorry I can't help you more-" He was cut off by the blood pooling in his throat. "I love you." Blood trailed from his thin lips. "Good-bye."

His head laid back slowly in the choke of my arm. With a deep sigh, his body fell limp in my arms. I clenched him even closer to my body, leaning into his muscular chest I began to sob and yell, cursing him for leaving me alone. Cursing the Creator, my fate, this world, and his killers. His killers, they're still out there, those demon clowns. Damn! If only he could control his ego more we wouldn't have been in this situation. It's all because of those damn clowns that I had to lose my father. They lure children into their caves every new moon and feast on them and my father couldn't ignore the pleas from the people in this damn village. He brought us to bring aid, to offer hope for humanity in the smallest ways. Damn him for being kind. I was forced to come because of how young I looked. My part was to track down and keep the kids within my father's power field.

With my quick healing and hyper reflexes I became arrogant and thought I could take them on by myself. Father disapproved of my stubbornness at a young age and with me working alone most of the time he gave me my mothers spells for protection. They where all I had of her and they couldn't protect me from this. I was trying to save a group of kids when those damn clowns jumped us on our way back to the village. I tried to fight them off. I did. But in the end I was just another child fighting against something I had no control over. I lost the children and a piece of my shoulder to the blood thirsty creatures. I watched helplessly as I was pinned to the ground about to die by there claws when my father saved me. Clad in black and scythe raised high, five jumped him at once but that did matter. He was in a fight and I was caught right in the middle.

"Father!" His eyes never wavered from the fight.

"Run Andromeda!" He cut down the one on top of me. "Run!" I took off running behind a group of trees. I watched him battle the creatures from a safe distance.