I used to live a normal life.
I didn’t know why my father and village tried to murder. When I was born, my life was simple. Mama died after I was born. I was told it was an illness. The adults in the old village looked at me with cold looks in their eyes. None of the children would play with me. Dad assured me that it wasn’t my fault.
“Don’t worry about them,” he said when I asked him why they were like that. “I still love you.” He would pull me into his arms and hold me. His love was all that I needed.
Things changed when I was sixteen.
Before then, I heard voices around me when I was alone. They started out as tiny whispers. Sometimes, I wouldn’t be able to sleep because they talked so much. These voices scared me at first. I would look around and no one would there. Dad told me that I was hearing things at first. His reassuring words did little to help me. How could he still smile when I was so scared? I didn’t know what he was thinking at time.
But that changed when the voices grew louder. By then, Dad pretended that there was nothing wrong.
“It’s just fairies talking to you,” he said one day when I complained to him again. It didn’t make any sense.
“Why would they be talking to me?” I asked.
“You are the chosen one,” he said.
“But why me? They scare me,” I complained. Dad pulled me into his arms.
“That’s just how they are,” he said. “But you will get used to them when you are older.” I never did get used to it and his words weren’t working on me anymore.
Things changed when I was sixteen.
I remember that winter. Lately, dad had been avoiding me too. He wouldn’t give a reason of why he was doing this. I tried to seek out his love, but he would hesitate before turning me down.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he said. “But we shouldn’t touch.”
“Why? Because of my fairies?” I asked.
“Uh… yeah…” he said. By then, I knew that he was lying. Why would he lie to me like that? Up to that night, he seemed to hint that he didn’t want me around anymore.
“Don’t you want to go somewhere far, far away?” he asked that summer. I gave him a weird look at the table.
“Why?” I asked. My dad shrugged.
“Just thought you would be tired of this town,” he said.
“What about you?”
Dad gave me a strange and startled look. “Me? Oh, I’m not going!”
My spirits sank as I frowned. “What? Why?”
He took me by the hands. “I just can’t. I’m sorry.” For the first time, his words hurt me. Why didn’t he want to go with me? In the growing days, he hid in his bedroom whenever I came home.
I remember the night it all turned upside.
I was asleep in my bed when I felt a pair of hands around my throat. I awoke to see my dad on top of me, choking me. His eyes filled with tears.
“I’m so sorry, sweetie,” Dad said. “I have to do this. I’m so sorry I lied to you. Those fairies are really demons.” His words struck me as I struggled to fight him off. He lied to me? Why? Why would he do this to me? My fists pounded against his head and arms.
“I’m so sorry, darling,” Dad said. “Forgive me. Forgive me!” I picked up my alarm clock and hit him over the head. When he hit the floor, I got out and ran out of my room. When I made it downstairs, I heard a loud pounding noise.
“Mamoru!” an old woman shouted. “We know you have her in there. Bring her out here so that we can kill her!” The color drained from my face. She was the woman at the town bakery. She used to give me broken cookies after work. I jumped when they started pounding at the door.
“Kill the monster! Kill the monster! Kill the monster!” our neighbors screamed. The pounding grew louder and I looked around. Maybe… I could go out the back…
I sank into an endless sea of blackness.
When I came to, I woke up in a hole with snow and dirt being thrown on me. My Dad was the one throwing it on me. Tears ran down his cheeks the whole time.
“Dad!” I screamed.
“I’m so sorry, honey,” he said over and over. I screamed and begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. My voice became muzzled by the snow and dirt, but the voices in my body grew loud enough to drown out the sounds of my screaming and the shoveling.
Everything went dark as the last bit of snow was thrown on me.
My body was yanked out of the ground by a strong hand. I gasped out and breathed heavily. When I turned around, a big man dressed in black looked down at me.
“Thanks,” I said when I got my breath back. The man dressed in black nodded his head. I gave him a strange look.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“We don’t have time to talk,” he said. “You have to come with me now.”
“What?” I asked. Before I knew it, I was grabbed by the shoulder and yanked up into the sky. I didn’t even get a chance to scream.
This would turn out to be only the beginning.
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