Amadahy
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Thread Topic: Amadahy
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I'll be doing some story writing here when I'm bored. Feel free to read or hate it; anything that fits with your taste.)
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Amadahy:
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Prologue~
"R..raven, you...why would you?" I gasped while slowly looking down to the knife that was plunged into my abdomen. Tears ran down my cheeks, a salty mixture that I had not tasted for the longest. I felt my knees buckle and looked back up at Raven. His dark long hair glowed in the moon light, and before I fell; I caught a glimpse of his usual green eyes. They were no longer green but a deep red. He was no longer Raven, he was taken over by what he was scared of the most, love. My eyes closed leaving me in total darkness. -
Chapter One~ Alone
My first memories involve my mother. She often showed me how to garden, her back always seemed to be facing the green scenery, with a smile. My father loved her dearly, they had loved each other. When you are young your parents are like Gods, they feed you, take care of you, and even give you shelter. I always knew they would be there for me. My mother would be there to smile and kiss my forehead, my father would be there to put me on his shoulders. It was suppose to be like this. So why did they abandoned me?
That was the first question I asked when I saw the car slide off the hill. I was never the child that listened. I loved being where my parents were, and could not stay in our little house without them. So when they told me to stay inside on a stormy day I refused. I had waited until they went outside and then ran after the car they had taken off in. The rain had damaged the dirt roads, our forest had become a muddy trap, and the hill next to our home was the entrance to hell. My parents who had just given me hugs and kisses moments earlier were gone. The car, the house, our family, and my home had all been shattered in a matter of seconds. That 8 year old little girl was there to see it all, and now at age 15 she still remembers every detail of the tragedy. -
I was never taken into foster care. My parent's had homeschooled me, I never made any friends because of how far out we lived from the city. My parents were Native American and had a strong grudge against the modern education and society. However, they never explained much to me. "You will understand with time." is what both often told me. They had showed me how to survive on my own incase they had to go for a trip. However, they never imagined that they would be gone leaving me alone for ever.
Right after the incident I had fled, fear had ruled me and I went and hid under my bed. It was only the next morning I came out. I was scared and cried, no one came for me. no one heard my cries at all. At least, this is what I had thought. -
For an 8 year old, I was very smart. I knew what I had to do. I had to live on, I had to find someone, staying in the silent house was to painful. So I chose to run, run away from everything. Forever.
As I walked along one day I heard noises. I was hungry and thirsty. I was no where near a city, I could barely move or walk. The noises seemed to increase, the rustling of branches and clawing of mud became louder. They had seemed too close of the description my mother had told me about wolves. My mind was a haze, and I did not think of running. Instead I turned and welcomed the company. I cried with joy. I wanted to see my parents again. I wanted to be loved again. Through the foggy haze I could see gleaming eyes. I was in their part of the forest. I was not sure if I had brought my self there or ended up in the spot with mere chance, however I was not scared. I wanted to die. -
Finally, after a tense moment the leader of the wolf pack jumped out of it's hiding. Even an 8 year old like me at the time could see the hunger and hatred in it's eyes. The rest of the pack followed the wolf and formed a circle around me. They backed me into a corner and barked viciously. My eyes had no life to them. My tan skin was all dirty with the earth. How had my mother seen pleasure in nature? I had hated it. I had closed my eyes, but as I did so my heart thumped. At first it was soft but different, and then it thumped louder with force. I fell to the ground startling the wolfs, they moved back cautiously. I felt my body heat up, my eye sockets had rolled back, and everything blacked out.
I opened my eyes to a terrifying sight. Blood and flesh everywhere. All over me, all over the floor. I held on to my throat. I felt sick, I wasn't hurt, no, not at all. It was the wolves, pieces of their bodies were disconnected from their proper places. A wolf's head was there lying in a pool of blood. I looked at my hands. They were all dead. Had I done that? Had I killed those wolves? And from out of no where I received an answer. "No. It was me." -
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*gives twinny popcorn* Ooo ye -
we should save some when drama happens here xD -
you already know >:3
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