Prologue
PROLOGUE
"good morning, sister!" I told my sister as I leaoed up into my chair, ready for a good breakfast.
"Oh? Good morning, my little flame. How was your sleep?" She asked while making some food.
"It was good." I told her, forgetting the horrible visoin I foresaw last night. If only I remembered. If only I wasn't so blind...I could have saved her...
She started to set my plate down but stopped before puuting it down.
"You may eat, if you promise me something."
"What is it?" I had asked in my sweet, innocent child's voice, even though I knew what it was going to be. She had asked me this everyday. Every week. Every month. Every year. But now.........
"Never let your ember die. Never let your glowing passoin pass away. Never let your burning kindness and warmth leave you behind" She made me promise, just like everyday.
"Yes, Momo-chan!" I would say with a two-finger salute. I used to. I would do anything, anything, to hear those words once more. To say, "Yes, Momo-chan!" With a salute once more. I would kill.
We were foraging for food while it was raining. We were poor, so we had to forage for meals. We were collecting some chives and berries to go with a chicken I had proudly killed. My sister, Momo, insisted we go into the forest, where the berries were huge and plump. She even said we may find a fruit tree for desert. For us, just fruit topped with honey, was a delicacy. That's how poor we were.
Now, this forest, people died in, and still have been, to this day. Take a guess why.
I tried to talk my sister out of it. But she said it would be fine. So i trusted her.
We were picking berries when she actually found a peach tree, plump and full with juicy peaches. We were so happy. She climbed up it steadily, trying to get some peaches. She got some, ten, about, witch was alot of food for us. But...as she was coming down...of course..
A demon. Pale, cold skin like of a dead corpses, black, short curly hair, peircing red eyes that burned holes through my soul that still havent been repaired..and...a Michael Jackson outfit. You heard me.
My sister, turned demon by this horrid creature as he pounced on her. Her once, warm skin turned pale, cold, and ruthless. Her once soft, welcoming eyes vanished and were replaced by horrifying eyes that ingrave a memory of the eye deep in your brain, forever scarred. Her precious smile...filled with sharp teeth, and a mouth that had to be fed. But not just fed. Fed human flesh.
She chased me down, and took a big cunk out of my arm.
And that is the day my ember died.
