Damian's Sister

Prologue

~ Prologue ~

The young girl could hear her mother's screams. She flinched, covering her ears. She wondered why the baby was hurting her mother. Why would the baby do something so mean? She couldn't understand.

Her mother had been unusually kind and relaxed during the pregnancy. She still worked out, but no where near as much as before. She didn't work little Daire as hard, either. Her grandfather switched between two moods: train to protect the future heir and gushing as his daughter and granddaughter.

Her mother didn't want for anything. She had everything handed to her. Her grandfather even had the best doctors come to watch over her and the baby, making sure the pregnancy went by without a hitch.

The young girl wondered if this was what it was like when she was in her mother's tummy. She wondered how she fit in there. She was so big. Her mother told her she was a tiny baby. At first, they didn't think she'd make it. She was so frail and sickly. They almost gave up on her, thinking about leaving her to freeze to death outside.

Now, she was tough for her age. She had plenty of training scars, and fought as furiously as anyone else in the compound. She was no where near as big or strong as the adults that surrounded her, but she was quick and agile. She had been taught to take down opponents many times her size since she could walk. She had spent every day of her young life training with her mother and grandfather.

She wasn't gifted, but she worked hard. She practiced for hours by herself, waking up early to go over moves before her sunrise training started.

Her hands flew to her ears as another high pitch shriek echoed off the walls. She wanted to run away. She didn't like hearing her mother in so much pain. She also wanted to barge into the room, to save her mother.

"It's almost over," the girl's father assured, nudging her small hand. Her parents were not together. Her mother was in love with another. She was a mistake. A product of a one night stand, whatever that meant. But they lived in the same compound, had the same leader. They were skilled assassins.

The girl looked up at her father, who stared at the blank wall ahead. He didn't want to be here, the girl knew. Her grandfather forced him to spend time with his daughter, to be here for her. She didn't know what she did to make her father hate her, but she wasn't fond of being around him, either. He had this creepy gaze in his dark eyes.

Soon, the screaming stopped. A minute later, a bold wailing started.

A baby!

Her grandfather opened the door, beckoning the child in. The girl hopped off the bench, leaving her father to see her newborn brother.

She was lifted onto the bed beside her mother, who was sweaty and pale. She looked ill, but had an unusual smile blessing her pink lips.

"Daire, meet your baby brother Damian."

The girl leaned over the little bundle. He was quiet now, his eyes scanning his surroundings curiously. He was so squishy looking. The girl gently touched his exposed cheek. A green blanket covered most of his tiny body, letting the girl see only his face.

He barely had any hair. His cheeks were plump and rosy. His eyes a bold green that matched her and her mother's. She had seen pictures of her brother's father, who was different from her own. He looked much like a baby version of the stern man.

Big green eyes blinked, staring at the girl.

"Hi, Dami. I'm your big sister," the girl greeted, smiling.

The infant let out a short giggle, a gummy smile appearing.

"Awe, he likes me!"

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(AN: I know he wasn't really "born" so here's this)

The young girl looked up in the tube, where her baby brother floated, eyes closed. He was finally big enough! He was finally coming out! Daire would finally get to hold her baby brother.

She had been waiting months for this day. She wasn't to be in the room when the removal procedure happened, but she here for little Damian now. She rested her hand on the glass, watching his leg twitch, kicking the container it was in. Her mother had told her how usual pregnancies go, but her little brother had the perfect genetics. He was being watched every second of the day. The best doctors in the world were here, helping her baby brother grow.

The young girl had been told of the time when she was in her mother's tummy. She wondered how she fit in there. She was so big. Her mother told her she was a tiny baby. At first, they didn't think she'd make it. She was so frail and sickly. They almost gave up on her, thinking about leaving her to freeze to death outside.

Now, she was tough for her age. She had plenty of training scars, and fought as furiously as anyone else in the compound. She was no where near as big or strong as the adults that surrounded her, but she was quick and agile. She had been taught to take down opponents many times her size since she could walk. She had spent every day of her young life training with her mother and grandfather. She wasn't gifted, but she worked hard. She practiced for hours by herself, waking up early to go over moves before her sunrise training started.

"It's time."

A few bubbles floated up to the top, where a small blanket of air had gathered where the blue-green liquid stopped. She let out a giggle before being pulled away. She was told to wait in the hall. A nice little bench had been placed there for her to wait. She scrambled on it, smiling. She didn't know how long the procedure would take. All she knew was she couldn't wait to officially meet her baby brother.

She was eager, she could hardly sit still. He father- whom was at her side- assured, "It's almost over," nudging her small hand. Her parents were not together. Her mother was in love with another. She was a mistake. A product of a one night stand, whatever that meant. But they lived in the same compound, had the same leader. They were skilled assassins.

The girl looked up at her father, who stared at the blank wall ahead. He didn't want to be here, the girl knew. Her grandfather forced him to spend time with his daughter, to be here for her. She didn't know what she did to make her father hate her, but she wasn't fond of being around him, either. He had this creepy gaze in his dark eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sharp, long wail.

The girl leapt out of her seat, jerking back when her father's hand stopped her from going into the room too soon. She looked up at her father, but he simply shook his head. Obediently, she climbed back on the bench.

the wails didn't last long, and soon her grandfather opened the door, beckoning the child in. The girl hopped off the bench, leaving her father to see her newborn brother.

Her mother knelt down, holding a bundle of blankets. Daire walked over, seeing a plushy little face.

"Daire, meet your baby brother Damian."

The girl leaned over the little bundle. He was quiet now, his eyes scanning his surroundings curiously. He was so squishy looking. The girl gently touched his exposed cheek. A green blanket covered most of his tiny body, letting the girl see only his face.

He barely had any hair. His cheeks were plump and rosy. His eyes a bold green that matched her and her mother's. She had seen pictures of her brother's father, who was different from her own. He looked much like a baby version of the stern man.

Big green eyes blinked, staring at the girl.

"Hi, Dami. I'm your big sister," the girl greeted, smiling.

The infant let out a short giggle, a gummy smile appearing.

"Awe, he likes me!"