Starr's Backstory

Chapter 1 The Day of the Death

September 25, 1503, a new member of the Stivers residence was born. Me, of course. 3 months and 6 days have past. Meaning it was December 31, 1503.

Later that night, like probably around 12:35 AM, or less or more, an assassin broke into our big house. My father, Joshua, got up from the bed after hearing a loud CRASH from downstairs.

"Ashlee, did you hear that?!", he whispered to my mother, barely awake next to him."...huh...?" she muttered, sitting up from the bed.

Another CRASH, came from the front doorway downstairs. My dad got up from the bed and crept downstairs with my mom right behind him. They walked downstairs to see what was going on. Another CLASH and CRASH."Sounds like glass breaking.", my dad whispered. The sounds stopped as footsteps came right behind them in the hallway.

"Who's there?!" my mom blurted out. The figure came out of the shadows holding a crossbow. It was a man with black hair and maroon eyes. He smirked and pointed his crossbow at the crystal glass chandelier. Next thing you know, CRASH. The chandelier fell onto my parents. DEAD. My older brother, Lightning, woke up from the crash and got up, grabbing his rifle he got for his birthday a few weeks ago. 'What was that?' he thought. I woke up and cried out. The man with the crossbow perked up and smirked."Children..." he said, walking upstairs. Lightning, my brother, slowly crept open his door, peeking the end of his rifle out, ready to fire at will. The man walked past Lightning's room. As soon as the man was in front of Lightning's rifle, BAM! Right to the side of the man's neck. Lightning perked up and opened the door slowly to see if the man was alive or dead. He poked the man's side with his rifle. He sighed in relief. "Good. He's dead." he said to himself. My other brother, Dark, poked his head out from his bedroom door. "WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED OUT HERE?!" He blurted out. Lightning jumped and looked back at Dark then laughed. "Oh nothing! It's just that someone broke in. That's all!" Lightning said. Dark trembled a little. "W-well that's normal for us..." He studdered. Lightning walked to my baby bedroom. I was crying in my cradle, scared. Lightning put his rifle leaning against the wall next to the doorway and walked over to me. He picked me up and held me close, humming a tune that sounded like a baby lullaby. I really liked my brother by the time. He liked me, too. I calmed down and slowly fell asleep. Lightning slowly put me back in my cradle and sat into the recliner next to the cradle and fell asleep.