My name is Arabella Bluefont and I am a Demiah. What is a Demiah you ask? Well keep on reading and by the end of this book maybe you’ll understand what a Demiah is....because believe me I haven’t understood that part myself yet either...
We are different people. Yeah, we are but that’s just the half of it. I’m a Denti too… Just don’t tell Banta about that but they already know so doesn’t make much of a difference. There’s a reason they call us Demiah and not Human. But we are humans not monsters. Just special humans. Life is hard for us that’s for sure.
You know how there was a Greek civilization and a one to go with that? Well there is another. The Helenese Civilization. The civilization was made when a bunch of Demiahs got together and realized there were generations of Demiahs to come and they vowed that they would to protect their own by building a strong civilization and doing anything to keep it safe. How come you don’t know about it? Well, when the Greek and Roman civilizations collapsed, the Helenese tried to come up with ideas to protect their own like they had vowed when they made it. So, they hid it in a powerful magic that kept the civilization alive and let no one find it except Demiahs of course. The powerful force fields that protected their lands still live today and that’s where modern Demiahs live. That’s where I live. It was always unknown but yes, it’s still there. Archeologists don’t even know about it. We don’t leave clues here and there. Not a hint. If you think you’re a Demiah, you should go read the ancient Helenese runes. They will help you understand things and yes, understand things. And stay away from Rila. You do NOT want to get trapped in a prophecy. She is nice enough but she can’t help making a prophecy about some poor Helenese Demiah. Trust me, if you want to be safe, stay away from her. Away!
My Mother used to call me Ara and that’s one of my best memories of her because I lost my memory when I was seven and the frustrating part is that I don’t even understand how I lost my memory. Like one day you are totes, okay and then POOF! Your memory disappears and you can’t remember anything. Blank. I lived with my Mom before she died. Because I lost my memory, I don’t even know my dad. My mom never spoke of him. I am sixteen by the way. I have long, dark brown hair. They are really dark and slightly wavy. My usual bullies make fun of me because of my eyes. The only different thing about them is that they change color. So one day, they’re blue and the other they’re green and then on another, they are brown. One time, they were grey. I have tanned skin. Not too tanned, but not pale.
I just wanted to let you know. I hated it when I didn’t know what a person actually looked like. I should probably get on with the story. Listen, if you don’t like juggling swords and clowns, Great! This is not a circus. It’s a real life thing we’re talking about. It’s one long ride so you better buckle up.