Two Lost Worlds

Chapter 1

Mera

Let me get to the point. What was history's biggest mystery? What did every child enjoy cosplaying as, on the last day of the 10th month? What was, that scared people, from the tips of their hairs, to the edges of their bones? What did kids fear, on the creature, hiding under the bed?

You're a monster! A monster!

Get the hell away from me!

You weren't supposed to be born.

Thousands of years ago, humans hunted for our heads. They carried things that scared us to death. Fire, chains, stakes. They all hunted for monsters. They were thirsty for our blood and screams. They tortured us, in any way possible. The vampires saw their potentials, and knew what they were capable of. Since they had achieved their powers, they trained, and used it for justice. But humans never stopped murder.

That was the last straw for the vampires. They fought back. And so did all of the monsters, who hungered for justice. Nearly, every human was wiped out from the world's surface. Until someone, rather, a witch. A very powerful one, risked her life to complete a spell, to divide our worlds. To stop the war, between monsters and humans. And it cost her, her own life. It wasn't long until a group of powerful Vampires grouped up, and formed the rules. They were called the Jury. The Jury's number one rule, was that no monster, and no human, were to ever cross worlds again. They refused to the idea of another war.

One day, a human couple was married. And the woman was carrying a child. But the child refused to be born. They knew the risks, but they had to believe it was worth it. Because they were both so desperate, they stepped into the monster world, and took the only thing, that could've save another one's child. They stole a potion, from a witch, who was also carrying a child. A potion, that is able to grant life, can only be used once.

The father, took the potion, in order to save his child. Little did he know, a witch was also struggling to give birth. But because they took her potion, that she planned to use to save her own child, went down the drain. She was furious. It drove her to the last percentage of her sanity. She needed to have revenge.

"You filthy humans! Because of what you did, I had lost my life! A, life!" She glances at the baby girl, who looked back at her, with innocence circling her eyes. "The little girl seems happy, doesn't she?" The witch murmured. She murmured a spell.

A spell that would create an absolute beast.

She chanted, "That innocent child! For her parents did wrong, and refused to follow the rules!" The father hugged his wife and child, shielding them from the spell. He pleaded "Please! Don't do this!" The witch could only laugh, because of how pitiful the couple looked. It didn't stop her from getting her revenge.

The witch responded, "Your child did not do wrong. But because of your foolishness, my child, had to suffer! And as your punishment, I cast this curse for her! Your child, can never feel overjoyed. She will never feel too much sadness. She can never feel the boiling peak of her anger! If she will, a beast will show, and torture anyone, and it will be her hands that did it."

The witch's hands produced a streak of green light, that made its way to the little girl which then, she had fallen asleep, instead of bursting into tears. While the parents witnessed the witch's disappearance.

The little infant grew into a very normal girl. She would always be fascinated by the things that surrounded her. Especially if it had something to do with the ocean. Shells, corals, or fish. Anything made her smile. Until...

"You ruined my drawing!" a little boy cried.

The little girl gripped her yellow dress, to hold her tears that were threatening to fall. The little girl had tripped, and accidentally tore the little boy's drawing, which he was holding onto so proudly. Before she could say sorry, the little boy started crying, and saying mean things. She tried to explain to him that it was an accident, but her words did not cooperate with her mind.

I didn't mean to tear your drawing... I'm sorry... I know it's my fault... please stop crying... I... I... didn't mean to... Please forgive me... I'm sorry!

It was the last thought she had, before the scream of the little boy, rang in the primary school's hallways. The little girl's teeth, sunk of the little boy's flesh, and it drew blood. It wasn't long before she had come back to her senses. And seeing her, covered in the blood that the little boy, who asked for mercy that she would stop. A teacher ran to her, and pinned her down to the cold floor.

"What have you done?!" he screamed. The little girl couldn't handle all the shock, she couldn't remember what she had done. This shocked the parents too. So they had to flee from the city. But the mob said otherwise. They told the family that there was nowhere to run. That they were prisoners, because of the countless children that the little girl murdered, with her innocent and cold-blooded hands.

The mother tried to stop the mob, and this gave the father and his daughter an opportunity to escape. But the mom never followed them, and stayed behind, until she had said her last breath. Her last heartbeat.

The father was injured. A huge hole was visible on his chest, and he was sure that his time was near. His last objective was to protect his daughter. But they found themselves in a dark forest. There was no sunlight that could provide them a way to their safety. Eventually, the father had to carry his daughter, because the poor little girl was running a fever. Even if his stomach could pour out any second, he stayed strong and hopeful, that he could at least save his daughter.

His little sweet pea did not do anything wrong to these people. It was all because of his mistake of stealing a potion. If he hadn't done what he did, the witch would have never made the curse in the first place. But if he never took the potion, he wouldn't have a little sweet pea, running around the house, and would hug him every time he came home. He knew, this was his punishment. But all he asked, that his daughter would not have any part of it.

The daughter was breathing heavily. Her fever was getting worse. She started pleading to her father, to make the pain stop. But the father's thoughts were occupied with thoughts, on how to find shelter.

They eventually stumbled upon a home. The father was thankful for this chance, and he laid down his daughter in the porch, and was about to knock on the wooden door to say hello, but he noticed that they were being followed by the mob.

"I heard something!"

"Over there!"

The father was worried that they might kill his little sweet pea, if they found out that she was still alive. So he decided to fight until his last breath. He kissed his little girl's forehead, and whispered to her ear:

"You live a good life sweet pea. You'll always be daddy's little girl. You are not a monster that they say. Remember that."

A tear finally escaped his eye, as he faced the mobs that were approaching.

"I love you, Mera."

The father ran, as he held his stomach, where blood was pouring out. He got the mob's attention. And they went after him. It wasn't long that the torches of the mobs disappeared in the woods.

The wooden door sounded a creak, as a woman in her bright beige dress, gasped, as she saw a little girl suffering with a fever. The woman didn't hesitate to bring the little girl in.

"I love you, Mera."

Dad... Dad...? Where did you go...? Dad...

Then, I woke up.