Being A Demon's Heir

One

      Many long years ago on the outskirts of Northern Moldania, was a small village called Branville. It was a transition period of winter to spring, however, a layer of frost still covered the blooming Rosa canina. The occasional lynx was spotted coming out of hibernation. The woodland faeries were doing their morning runs, spreading dew amongst all the plants. Birds were filling the morning with song despite the darkness that covered the village. I bent down, leaning over one of the girls bodies, reached over and closed her eyes. The girl's skin was cold and a pasty white. "I assume it was a werewolf killing, by the way, the throat is ripped out. Come on, I'm going to send the boys over to take care of this mess," said Granny.
        Granny was never the same after Mom died. She used to be so sweet, and warm like this morning's sun. However, now she's cold like the night. I know it's hard for Granny, having her only daughter die, and now stuck with her granddaughter who is a constant reminder of what she lost. I didn't know Mom, but I assume she was pretty amazing by the way Granny talked about her when she talked about her. All I remember was her smooth porcelain skin, hazel eyes like Granny's, and big black mess of curls.
       "When we get back home, I want you to start your training with the young ones as soon as possible, while I go plan out tonight's mission to get rid of this wolf." Granny briskly walked back in the direction of Branville. "Granny do you think I can, maybe, go on this mission with you?" I asked shyly. She stopped abruptly, and turned around slowly. Her hazel eyes were searching my grey ones. "You look so much like your mother...I suppose you can, your old enough now," Granny states, brushing one of my unruly curls behind my ear, I smiled a small smile, my dimple surely becoming apparent. I was shocked that she actually said yes. Maybe it's because I turn 18 tomorrow.
       We entered the village, people bustling everywhere. The village was small enough that everyone knew each other. As we passed by, people said good morning to Granny. Everyone held Granny in the most utmost respect. She was basically protector of the village after all.
        Our cottage home was made of stone and dark Oak wood. It was the home my mother grew up in and I was born in. The interior was also made of dark oak wood, which gave it a cozy feel. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace in the foyer when I walked in. I headed over to the wooden table in the kitchen and took an ambrosia biscuit off one of the plates sitting there. Since all demon hunters blood was filled with the blood of the Guardian Angel Raziel, we are born with supernatural abilities such as super speed, agility, sight. We use the ambrosia biscuits to help activate our abilities, however I never really felt the need to eat them. It was as if my abilities were always there.

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        It was almost evening when I finished the training with the kids. "Work on putting more force into your roundhouse, Abby." I said to one of my favorite students, Abigail. She nodded and ran off with her friends. I was cleaning up the training area when my best friend, Charlotte, ran up to me. "Hey, are we still going to the clearing tonight?"
"Of course, why wouldn't we?" It was a thing we did, celebrate our birthdays in the clearing that we found each other. We were both just seven years old when I found her crying about how she lost her parents. I gave her some of cookies and we've been friends ever since.
        "Maybe you would have wanted to do something different for your eighteenth" she said as we walked back to my cottage. "Or maybe you don't want me going because of the wolf that is roaming around." I knew her well enough to know that was the reason. She has always been so protective of me. "That's exactly the reason. I just care about your safety." She replies.
       Suddenly I heard something,it sounded like a low growl. Charlotte heard it, too. In seconds she pulled out her dagger and I pulled out my crossbow. It was dark now, almost difficult to see, but I saw the yellow glowing eyes. It wasn't a wolf, it was some sort of dog. A huge dog, about four feet tall, giant paws, and fur a black as night. It charged at us.
Not us. But me. I lifted my crossbow to shoot however the mechanism wasn't working. Charlotte jumped in front of me, slashing the dog with her dagger. The dog yelped out in pain, and threw Charlotte into a tree nearby. She fell to the ground and didn't get back up. "No!"
        I looked at Charlotte's unmoving body and then back at the dog. I started running towards the dog and it started running towards me. I jumped over the dog, landing behind it. I was furious. Something ignited inside me, it was like energy. The wind started blowing ferociously and thunder clapped in the distance. I looked down and see my hands have purple light flashing from it. My feet lifted off the ground as rain started to fall. The light from my hands grew brighter as I lifted higher. The energy in my body was getting hotter and hotter.
        Then suddenly I released the energy from hands, directing it at the dog, screaming my lungs out. The purple light was like flames coming from my hands. It was pouring now. The heat from my body started to fade and my body was lowering back toward the ground. The purple flames disappeared as I fell to the ground. The dog was definitely dead.
The ground started moving towards me in slow motion. I looked into a puddle and saw my eyes. They were bright like lightning but fading quickly. They were the last thing I saw before I hit the ground and everything went black. What the hell just happened?