Legacy In Fire (Book 1)

The Becoming of Jade (Chap-1)

7 Years later...

So... my father is dead, no big deal.

It's not like I knew him that well or anything. He died when I was eight, right before my birthday; I would've been nine then. I would've gotten to spend another complete year with him. I would've had double the parents I have now; not only my mother. I also think I would've been happier, you know, more magnanimous and stuff, not demented as I am now. (Cough, cough... I mean troubled). But it's not his fault.

You know what? Let's not talk about all the stuff "lil ol'" petulant me would have wanted. I'm happy the way he died, they said he didn't even feel a thing, the death was instantaneous, the least pain one could have in death. He was coming home to mom and me, and he happened to meet in an accident and his body was so dismembered... let's just say I didn't see it. It was a closed casket.

It's not that I'm a bad person or anything, basking in nonchalance about disfigured patriarchs. I just don't like thinking about it, it gets me all morose and I don't like being morose, it spoils the image I portray, you know.

See, here I am now, my green eyes getting all misty. I bet even my dark blond hair and my tanned skin looks a shade paler.

I'll talk to you later, I've got a rendezvous with death, and by death, I mean Headmistress Mort.

I know.

Death looks more appealing.

Ughh!