Chapter 1
It was during the summer. I vaguely remember the sound of heavy rain and……. The heat.
Innocence. I call this chapter of my life innocence for I feel this is my most innocent year of my whole life. I vaguely rememer this year like many things it is lost to me.
I think I remember my mother…. Her warmth….
My name is dragons breath I was born on august the 4th 154A.D and have been a witch hunter fkrthe past 1763 years. I have devoted my life to seeking out witches and destroying them. In the following I will disclose my entire 1863 years on the planet.
Let's begin
I was born to a french couple who lived in a little village to the south of france. There's not much I can really say about my birth only that it must have been an eventful day. Both my mother and father were killed on the day of my birth , so that's not a very good start .
Days aftfter my birth I would some how wind up in the forest surrounded by nothing but a pack hungry wolf's. I don't remember how I made it past that day all I know is that from then on the same beasts that would have killed me would instead raise me with all its survival instincts.
It was when I was 18 that I first saw her ‘Ammarah’ , the hidden member of the pack.
The ones only the female of the pack took food to. When I had first seen the females take food to Her I had imagined she would have been another wolf , however the first time I lay eyes on her I was shocked to find out she was like me, but not like me, she had these weird things on her neck. She spoke to me in a language I didn't understand at first in a language that I would later lern is English.
She would teach me everyday from sunrise to sunset, I would learn the pronunciation of the words, the way some phrases said in a different tone would imply hidden meaning behind what one said and the way words would be written and read.
100 years passed.
