《Bloody Garden》 Prologue – Birth I Cold, It''s cold, here, on the last frontier to the end of the world, I feel as if cold daggers were piercing the patches, the seams, and the holes of my clothes. I feel pain in my legs, for the long and last climbing to my last destiny, after traveling through mountains and rivers. But wasn''t the end, it only was the beginning of another cycle more of endless repetitions of my humble routine, one that should be the same, one that should not change its base, one that now was going to be harder and with less possibilities to a good end. "This is our end" The voice of my honorable father cries for pain to see our new beginning. "It just can''t be, It just can''t be" The voice of my stepmother, break into madness. For my part, I don''t understand their despair, I only see another house more, where they were going to be served almost as always. But it gives me pleasure, is a sin, but it gives me great pleasure to see their despair and I pray that my face doesn''t reflect my feelings, after all, my reason to be is only being useful for them and any offense for my part, will make that I shared their despair. Something important that I must take care of because I going to live in the same home as them, a cabin, which to enter, The inside faint view was so shocking for my parents that provoked make them to bow instantly, cursing the world. For my part, I only guess that it needs cleaning. a roof, four walls, and a clean place are more than enough to rest and live, but better if I don''t talk, contrary comments don''t is good for my health. What does worry me is where I was going to rest, Well, that was what worried me since my parents in their wisdom, gave me the basement as a dwelling; dark and baleful, just as where I lived before, and now will continue living. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. But I wasn''t going to live in the darkness, being in the dark wasn''t going to be useful for my parents, I had to work where necessary, how would my first task in this place, which was to go to make a broom to clean the house. I never have made a broom and don''t have material, my new home, although is made of wood, doesn''t have anything inside it, only dush and the fine snow that I mush to clean. Whereby, I had to leave for the patio, a great and immense patio that extended to my eye reached to see, but I knew that it had an end, because beyond this infinite and flat round covered by fine snow, was a cliff so steep and high, that only the death you will find if you fall. But this wasn''t my concern, I didn''t have any intention to test my luck walking by the shores, nor my objective was near there, or maybe yes, but I doubt that I doubt that I have to arrive at that point, I only needed some branches and them the few trees that I could see from the distance would give them to me. And that''s where I headed without any doubt or distraction, those are things that I must not have, and although my hands tremble, I must not surrender, that will be worse than don''t try it, because at least this, will give me the most possibility to evade a punishment. The punishment could be more serious, depending on how late I am, Whereby, I tried to go the fastest possible to tree closers, the same way that to search on the floor and thought of the snow in case there were some branches. The result was good, the burning cold of my hands didn''t in vain, only remained to build it, I had an idea and started it without any doubt, I tore a bit of fabric from my skirt, to be able to assemble it all together. Me tarde mucho tiempo, era feo, quiz¨¢s no sirva, pero era mejor que nada, solo me quedaba devolverme y esperar los resultados, unos muy buenos espero sin muchas esperanzas. So, with all resolved and with my stomach growling, walked quickly to my new home under the faint sun. And, Once I have arrived, only remain to open the door asking for permission, to finish my first task and maybe start the second. "Father..., Madam..." But this, maybe has to wait, not, maybe everything will change..., because they are dead. Blood, a lot of blood. "Are you... live?" I said in a voice aloud seeing the bodies. seeing both lying down face down, caused me to start laughing. This is terrible. "Are dead." Why am I laughing? "They are, Yes, they are.." I''m a bad girl, they took care of me, me, a bastard without a place in this life. "They aren''t longer..." "Then, why does it feel so good?" I started to laugh without any modesty. No. "Why not kill them before?" And so, I continuedlaughing, enjoying this strange but wonderful moment. Prologue - Birth II "This tea is an abomination, same as you." my smiling stepmother said to me for later bathing me with the cold tea I had served her. "Wake up" "Pach, you are a whore like your mother." my father said to me after slapping me. "Wake up" "And you going to be on knew to dinner time" The chief maid punished me by not doing a good job. "Wake up" "So you are the little misfortune of the family." My older half-sister said to me; so tall, so sublime, for later take a sip of the tea that I had served her, for later said me... "Wake up" Scared, trembling, the dark world so full of color and always so changing, faded as if nothing had passed, to give a pass to the cold darkness that now possessed the real world. "A nightmare". I muttered only to reflex and auto-reflection, without any intention to call the attention of someone, anyway, there wasn''t anyone in the almost complete darkness that now covered my house. but this nightmare only was a little thing in comparison with the serious situation that now I was suffering, provoked by the absence of fire in the living room''s chimney. And this was the cold, had a much cold, so much that was a miracle that I would still be alive, And I must keep keeping it. "Come" Because of this, I had to light the fire again, despite my tired eyes, I had to do it. "Come" My body trembled and staggered, but I obliged myself to go toward there, lucky this was near to me. "Come" My hands, trembled and I almost didn''t feel them, but still, with their clumsiness, I must light the fire. "Come" I can''t, I can''t ignite it, my hands are clumsy and are losing their strength, my concentration bit a bit fades away by the sleep, and that voice distracts me, and attaches me for any reason. "Come" "Ahh, Where to?" I said with irritation without waiting for any answer, Surely only was my mind trying to keep me awake. "Basement, go down to the basement" But who would say that the voice answered me, was a surprise, but didn''t have so much strength to jump by the scare, but at least this woke up me a little. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Sufficient to pay attention to it, to give me the idea to follow it. "Come down" How many seconds have passed? how often does that voice talk? I don''t know, but what is true, is that my mind had not the strength to reason and continue trying to ignite the fire, because of this, like a moth attached by the light, I followed the voice in my head to arrive at the basement. There, I got the surprise, the roof''s lamp I believed damaged, disdain a faint light that gave the minimum clarity to walk. "Go at the bottom" Said me the voice after to came, and I, without having any other contrary thought, dragged my tremble and staggered body to the bottom. "The brick, touch the brick" The voice indicated me, but had a problem, what brick? because in front of me was a wall made of bricks, but soon This answer came to me, because a brick between all, at the height of my head, started to disdain a faint white light. That was, had to be, and as such, I put my hand almost tactless on it, opening to my surprise, a passage in front of me, in such a way, that the wall had to become a door that opened towards me. Had not listened to the voice, but still without it, my curiosity did move my weak legs inside, once inside, in front of me was a humble studio illuminated by a lamp''s faint light on the roof. A table in the middle, some chairs were thrown on the floor, two filled bookshelves and other things to my sides, and a desk at the bottom with an old book over it; the typical things of a studio, except for what there was on the bottom, behind the desk. In a small space, was a little garden, not, this was very small for a garden, was only an earth space, just to house a plant. A plant whose stem ended on my chest and of it, like a pedestal was a big green oval fruit. That stranger plant was more than enough to pull my tactless feet toward it. "That beautiful" And, together with these words, a primitive instinct came to me, hunger; almost had not eaten; I had to save the little that was left, but eating a bit of this, should not be so bad. Whereby, Without knowing anything about this fruit, dominated by hunger, I gave it a bite, I could feel the fruit''s smooth and juicy meat, as well as taste the sweetness and the little acidity that this one provided. Was tasty, very tasty, so much that I could not resist myself to eat more and more, and the deeper I ate, the sweeter it got, and when I took notice, the fruit, which was a little smaller than my head, was become only a seed to the size of my thumb. What is this room? what was that fruit? And what was that voice? Those were my questions now that I was more calm and satisfied, but soon, I realized, I was endangered, I had a lot of cold, and hadn''t could ignite the fire. Whereby, I stood up to try to go quickly to fix the fire problem, but when taking the third step, I felt a big pain in my stomach, a big pain that made me bow and unconsciously embrace my stomach with my hand. "What happens to me?" I said to myself and the answer that came to me was the fruit. To do? now was my question, and thought and thought about a solution, until that came to my mind the book that was on the desk and the possibility that this book should give me a clue. Whereby, with that plan, resisting the pain, I stood up again, to go toward it, only were going to be two steps, were going to be easy. But my plan failed, because, when given a steep, my body exploded in pain, causing me to fall down to the floor immobilized. I screamed in pain and kept screaming, At this point, my mind didn''t reason for the pain, my body already didn''t move, and I only could scream in tune with the pain in my body. [resist, resist] Was my thoughts, only those, but was complicated, whatever the poison was, only got worse and worse, and this was shown when reached a point, where I vomited blood as a result of a strong pang in my stomach. [resist, resist] I kept saying to myself while screaming with the taste of my blood in my mouth, trying to calm myself, but this got worse because, after a time, I started to cry blood tears that tarnished my vision. [Resist, resist, soon will end.] But apparently, this wasn''t going to be possible, because now could appreciate, in my faint vision, how my hand expelled blood by the pores. [Resist, I don''t want to die, I don''t want to die.] I couldn''t keep calm anymore, the despair invaded my mind. I felt like something warm fluid from my ears in the same way as my conscience. [I don''t want to die, someone, save me, save me...] Act 1 - wake up in the morning I "Ahh, my body" I complained of pain after that my conscience returned to my body, and could take notice of the pain that walked through all my muscles. But as soon after I complained, I took notice of something important, I''m still alive, I''m alive. "I survived, I don''t know how, but I''m still alive, oh, thank the gods" I laughed nervously. I was happy but didn''t must be accommodating, The first was to stand up and see how I was and this last one was complicated in this solid darkness. A darkness so thick that while I stood up, this one made me ask myself with fear if had gone blind, but together this question, came to me hope, and was that simply wasn''t any light in the studio, and also, came to me the doubt about the why the lamps now didn''t was working. But whatever it is the answers to these questions, I had to leave this place to find them, because of this, moving my painful body, where each movement was like touching an ugly bruise, I could leave the dark studio, only to find myself with more darkness in the next room. "There is no light here either" I said with frustration as took notice that the lamps didn''t work. And I also would leave to work if I didn''t here, because of this, once more time, I encouraged myself to continue dragging carefully and slowly my legs, through to the darkness. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. "Ahhhh" escaped from me a moan, at felt a big pain to climb the first step to the surface. But still, with this dark and painful challenge in front, I had to climb, whereby, I only had to breathe deeply to later continue, realizing certain details that I had passed unnoticed. "That''s rare, it''s not that cold." I said to myself for later take more attention to my touch and breath, and discover that the air that before stabbed all my body now only bordered it with freshness. Rare, very strange, but didn''t could stay and continue wasting time, so only gave thanks to the gods, and continued my painful crossing, until by divine grace I could see something of light at the end of the road, demonstrating that still I had sight and encourage myself to continue forward, until escape from the dark basement and arrived at the end, until the living room illuminated by the morning light. "I came, now the mirror" I whispered Yes, now that I had arrived, now had to see me, and by luck, my deceased parents had brought a little mirror in their luggage, and for more luck, their luggage was close to the chimney. Only took something of muscle pain, to arrive at the luggage and see me in the mirror, and what I saw was ugly. My body was covered by dried blood, making me wonder how I had survived, but apart from the blood, I did have not anything bad or strange. My skin still was brunette, still, my hair was brown, and my eyes looked the same yellow as always, yes, I still was ugly with traits different from my family. ''If you were a bit more like our'' I remembered the words that my father said to me, he was disappointed with me because this could hinder having a good marriage. But now this fact, apparently, now was very unlikely that will happen. But enough to think bad things, today is my first morning here, and my first day of freedom, and if I don''t get worse and will survive, I guess that waiting for me a good life. And now, how apparently I look good, I going to have my breakfast and later I going to have my rematch with the chimney. Act 1 - wake up in the morning II The breakfast was insufficient, I could eat more, but this wouldn''t be good for the future, because before we only had meat to survive for three or two days, but now this would be for six days, but same worth saving. But that already is something that I could control and that I have to cope with twice daily, but now I will have to see how to gain a meal on this frozen wasteland. So, With this objective, together with the refreshing environment that now had replaced the painful pangs, I exited from my house, to give face to the morning sun. "That beautiful day" I said after to came out and felt with pleasure the sunrays from the clear sky. I guess that I never felt so much conform to the sunlight and ever I could swear that ever I felt more vigorous. But so much happiness didn''t was going to be forever, because soon I took notice that next to the entrance, I found a worrisome sight, and this was what should have been two big earth and snow mounds, now was a disorder made of earth, blood and animals footprints. "I''m so lucky" It wasn''t sadness that shocked me to see that, but the relief that animals didn''t come for me being so close. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. But at least this will help me as advice that I must protect myself better for the nights. barricade, sleep in the basement, and search and hunt some animals were practically all ideas that came to me while walking with light pains through the fine snow. The barricade was very complicated and this required much effort to make and disarm it, besides that, I only counted with only two shelves and a table as material. Hunt was only a funny idea with which to fantasize on the road. The basement was very secure but had a problem, the fire; If I ignited the fire, I guess that I would drown inside, or at least that a maid told me when asking why didn''t have a chimney in the basement of my old house, before to reside on its for the motive of a punish. A hard election, but at least the winner was clear, Although was going to be hard, I would have to do a barricade, fortunately, the windows had wooden bars and I only had to worry by the door. But that would be when I returned, For now, at least I had to continue walking to find something and fortunately I found it. Behind my house, to the north was a mountain, so with the mountain to my right I walked to the west, I arrived at a river that surprisingly its water still flowing from above the mountain to maybe the end of the wasteland, surely falling down the abyss. And what was better, when approaching, I found that on the river were swimming some fish, my future food source. But had a problem, I didn''t know how to fish, nor did I carry something for fishing, is More, not even carry a bucket, only a knife to protect me, just in case. This was a vain journey, not, this was a good journey, find a food source, only had to find a way to able to fish, but it would not be here, although surprisingly still had the energy to continue, my muscles already was tired. Because of this, I returned to my house to end my day making the barricade and trying to make something to fish. Act 1 - wake up in the morning III Everything has gone well or rather nothing bad has happened, since I could survive another day more without any assaults from animals or any other event. But still, with this lack of assaults, I don''t regret all the job that I did have, at moving the shelf to the main door, nor even less I regret breaking the secret studio''s table to make me a lance to could to fish. what if I could regret, eating one more bread for dinner, whereby, to redeem myself, I have to fish something today, and fortunately my body is fine. I don''t feel much pain anymore, but what if I worry this morning, is that when I stand up, I feel a rare sensation in my body, as if would have something more in my body. I only wait that this wo not be anything bad, the same way that wait to fish something, I can''t evade being excited same that worry, This is like the time when I got to work for my sister at the palace. But thinking and thinking will not take me to anyplace, therefore, later to have breakfast and quit the barricade, I exited to the exterior, and with the energy that gave me the sun, I started to walk directly to the river. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Without any problems, I arrived there, but I had great complications that no matter when I tried, I couldn''t pierce any fish with my spear. In front, in behind, by the sides, always the fishes evaded my spear, I didn''t want to surrender, but when I took notice, to my surprise, already was getting dusk, whereby, I had to surrender and go to my home, only with water on my bucket and in my stomach. Was cold, very cold, but I was very thirsty and I couldn''t wait to arrive at my home and boil it, which, I would do later when I arrived for later drink it without mercy, only this way I could satiate my thirst, at least for the rest of day. Since the second day, I had thirst again, even more than hunger, fortunately, had much snow to boil unlike the fish that I didn''t have, nor could get either that day, or the next, or the days that came later, until that had passed a week and already had not any meal. "What I will do, I have to fish today" I declared with worry after ending up drinking my water soup, and this one wasn''t for less because, without food on the table, I could feel the death on my neck. But apparently, the fish did not, because that same afternoon, after trying all day, with the rest of my strength, at last, as a hope ray, my spear hit a fish. "Yes!" I said excitedly, but an instant later, my spear that was pressing the fist, in the end, this one couldn''t pierce it and ended up piercing the earth. "No!, no, why..., why you don''t die, why!" In the end, I had nothing else to do but scream and cry in frustration, which, only got worse when the day finished and I couldn''t fish anything more. Act 1 - Morning anomaly I I''m still alive, after a week of have not any food, surprisingly I''m still alive and kicking, but this is not all good, It could be said that I''m constantly suffering. And only came to my mind the mysterious fruit that I ate was the reason for this, unfortunately, the only information about it that could be found, was in the studio''s diary, and this in summary, said that my ancestor stole some seeds from elves on some invasion. Nothing more, nothing less, only some seed that he plants and only he came to see a shoot after many years, before that, he possibly dies. But talking to die, my situation was bad. Even if it seemed that my stomach was going to disintegrate my interior, it didn''t do. Even if I was so weak that seemed as if I was going to fall down at any moment, I continued forward. Even if my head was going to blow, still this one kept working with normality. But despite these ailments, still, I could still fulfill my main tasks, as boiling the water, trying to fish, and putting up the barricade, by the way, even if I tied the knife to the spear, still I couldn''t pierce any fish, only the cold and frustrating river''s water, which reflected like a mirror, my pathetic figure. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. A figure, that as my painful inner, too received strange changes, as it is the appearance of some green stains on my skin, that appear and disappear at their convenience, and that now I took notice that I''m starting to grow green hair. This last one was the most recent, and what took me to ask if I was becoming a plant, the last thing that remains to confirm this, was that I grew roots, but I have no intentions to test it; if we talking about experiments, I can talk about my recent activity, try to feel that extra that was inside mine. Since the second day, I have been feeling this, and fills me with intrigue, but In''t could do another thing but only continue to feel this and ask myself ''What was that''. But this changed until this day, this afternoon when was sitting in front of the chimney trying to feel that, for any reason, I could move it a bit. "It moved, oh it moved, Yes!, it moved." Said with emotion, for later jumped for happiness, although soon I was going to regret the tiredness that I was going to feel, but I couldn''t evade it, With all this discomfort in my body, I was sad. And to obtain more happiness, I continued trying to move it again. And I achieved it later for many hours before going to sleep. I achieved it four times more the next day. And thirty times more the next day. finally, as this extra was on all my whole body, I decided to move the part that was in my finger trying to imitate its movement, and it worked, Although was only the tip, it worked; this filled me with happiness. And more happiness came to me when I could move all my hands at the end of the week and finally conclude that this extra could be the mana that the mages talk about so much. Act 1 - Morning Anomaly II I feel that already had passed a month since I moved to my new home, It''s been a while full of pain and difficulties, but full of peace, tranquillity, and freedom. At least this last one inside of my land; as my parents told me during the travel. If there is something that could miss, besides food, would be, the pleasure to talk with someone, so much so, that these last few days, I started to talk alone. I was already used to loneliness, but this surpassed everything, whereby, to try to solve it, after breakfast, I made a snowman to talk to. But I didn''t make it with my hands, no, but using my mana as if it were ghost hands. "It was horrible, but will work, from today, you will call yourself Titan." I said with encouragement after to appreciate two amorphous balls, one on another, but immediately came to me a bit of sadness when I took notice that my sanity was getting too lost. "Well, at least there is not anyone here that could make fun of me" Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on. I conformed a little, just a little, but now that I could pass this challenge, there would come one bigger, one that I was planning bit to bit, after to know as toughen the mana; this was getting fish. For this reason and with my encouragement raised, I went one more time to the battlefield, the armored fishes'' river, a name that I gave it. And didn''t only I give them a name, but also I called the river, the crystal river by its clear waters, and the mountain, the peak of swords by its hard and steep grey stones that made it. I lacked to name the land, but I already knew the name, from my old home to here, my parents every time cursed the name of "Barlum". To know what it means, but I know one thing, I must to effort to be able to catch those fish. And go that I tried, but unfortunately, the fishes escaped or slid from my ghost hands. But happened a miracle, already, when was getting late, frustrated from so much tried, only with anger inside me, I started to try to hit the fishes. And one of these blows, expel with anger one fish from the water, falling down fortunately to the river coast. I felt surprised and next to it, I went to ensure with satisfaction my miraculous food. "Yes, yes, yes!, I did it, I did it!" I sang of happiness while dancing in celebration, but unfortunately, invaded me fatigued. But this last didn''t stop me from getting back with the fish in the bucket. Nor did it prevent me, from eating all after cooking it despite its horrible taste and smell; guilt, I guess, of not removing the guts. And for this same reason, I passed the rest of the day with a stomachache. But I didn''t regret it, at least I had something solid in my stomach. Act 1 - Morning Anomaly III The fortuitous method that gave me the happiness to eat, turned out to be a bad method that only luck could give me a result. Because, for the next four days, I only could casually catch a fish in the morning of the fourth day. This capture made me realize, that I need to find another method. So, I thought of a solution, or better, I resumed an idea that I had forgotten while I practiced with the mana. And was made a mana net with which to catch the fishes, the detail was made it. Somehow I was good at it imitating my hands with my mana, but when I started to give another form, it was done to me much harder; So making a net was going to be so hardcore. But this fear was going to end today, because, for the good of my food, I will have to start to work. So, with this plan in my mind, I decided to reduce my fish time, to give priority to the practice. After two weeks I could make a net with nine threads, It had bit holes, But I believed that this was going to work, just needed to try it. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. And for it, on the morning, during my fishing time, I threw my humble and almost transparent net into the water, but the result was that the armored fishes evaded it. "How to do" I said with worry, After the fifth try for later put myself to think a little and with it, it occurred to me a plan. With patience I made a net without materializing inside of the water, around one of those hateful fishes, Then, with all my anger, I materialized the net and immediately pulled it, pulling out of the water, To my surprise, that fish "I the best, the best, Yes!" I laughed I ended up laughing, after having four armored fish in my bucket after only six tries, This was the method, the solution that would disappear my hunger forever. But although I had solved a big problem, while I was igniting the fire in the chimney to cook, I took notice once again with worries, that the countless books from the studio that I used, together with the few woods to keep the fire, were started to become scarce. more specifically half was left, but at this rate, where I only ignited the fire to eat and sleep, in some months, I will face the terror of living with cold. And this is something, that I couldn''t allow because I doubted so much, that my strange body could survive those cold nights, and I didn''t want to think about the terror that I would face when the supposed dark winter came. But, although I doubt that my body probably didn''t have sufficient cold resistance to survive without any fire, this body never stops surprising me, because, after three days since I learned how to fish, I woke up with a new, strange, and familiar sensation on my nails. Act 1 - Morning Anomaly IV "Umm, it is sweet, it tastes good, but what will it be this taste?, or rather, why can I produce juice from my nails?" I said with curiosity and with some concern after discovering the last thing that my strange body revealed to me. And this was, how I had said, I had acquired a rare skill of producing juice from my nails at the expense of my mana, or at least I suppose this at tasting the taste of this transparent and fragrant substance. What another thing could be? I don''t know, And neither I feel like continuing testing, but what if I feel like it solves my firewood shortage, and by that motive, after having fish with water for breakfast, with a knife and a spear on my hands, using my mana for improve my legs, I left on course to the destiny that I had in mind; A tree A humble and scrawny tree that was alone in the middle of the great and frost plain of my front yard. And my plan was nothing more than cut down it and carry it; so be it on parts to my house, so be it will take me several days. Before I hadn''t done this because I was so weak and hadn''t a way to cut down it with only a knife, as well as because this was very far from my house, three times more than the river. But now I was ready, using my mana in my legs, almost without spending energy, I could arrive before noon. Now, the only remains one thing to do, was cut down it, because the only plan in my mind; at least to this day, was to cut it some branches. So, continuing with my plan, using half of my mana to make a rope, I counted as two dozen little branches after some hours, spending a lot of energy, because these branches were so hard. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. but something is something, and although maybe this only lasted two days, I feel that in the future, I can have enough, or at least until I end up cutting down all the few trees on my land. Which, I hope these trees will yield for me for a long, long time until I can find another solution. So, with spirit high, I carried these branches home, where waiting for me, the silent welcome of my snowman Titan, the cold tranquility of inside of my house, and the tedious entertainment of trying to read the fragile and bored books from my ancestor. Having the hope of having a new productive day without any stranger news. Unfortunately, that couldn''t be, because the next morning, I woke up with my left eye a bit painful. "Now What will I have?" I said with nuisance, after standing up, getting ready for another strange thing, but this strange thing came to me very quickly, because when I carried my hand to rub my eye, I took notice that something was in my arm. Something was there, something almost transparent, that was both inside and outside of my arm, but to my surprise, this something not only was in my arm but in all my body. But this did not end there, when I looked around me, I started to take notice that my environment fogged up very subtly for this something, coming to see here and there, some particles made by this, the smallest camouflaging with the dust and the others the enough big to be of size like the tip of my little finger. This so strange situation, moments later, to my relief and shame, I discovered that all this would be my mana, and that now I could see it, something that I could find out by moving the mana of my hand. "Well, maybe this will be something good, maybe..." I thought in the end, almost thanked that at least this wasn''t something as rare and useless as the juice that arose from the crevices of my nails. But this gratitude, almost disappeared when to saw myself in the mirror, I discovered that my left eye changed from an amber color to purple. "When this will be to end" I said almost resigned to my body anomalies, begging for the end of these surprises that take me away each more from my humanity. Act 1 - Early morning inspection I My life can''t get worse. My family doesn''t respect me, and I''m the only one that brings meals to the home. They only say to me that I must get married to someone with money to be happy and live in conformity. Lied, they only want their reputation and money. I wasn''t against getting married, but I had not found anyone for me, the only one that I had something, one that was a fiance that my family found for me, but he went with some girl. I only give thanks that he was gone so far, because if I get to see him again, only will wait for me the prison for murder charges. The only thing half decent that still remains in my life is my job as a knight at the service of the kingdom and is ''half'' because anyone respects me. Although this last one may be my fault, maybe if I went stronger than the standards, I would be feared and respected, or maybe if I would have accepted one or another indecent invitation from my superiors... Not, there is no to lose the little dignity that still remains in me, I don''t want to be nor ended as that bitches, that between rank up and rank up while they make fun of other, in the end, are they the humiliated with bastard son on a hand and without money nor honor on the other hand. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Although sometimes they have a good end, with a good husband and a lot of money..., but that is an apart case, an exception!. Right now the important is my actual case, and for it, I have to end this hateful mission as soon as possible. The good thing is that I only have to go and see how is everything and return, the bad thing is that I have to see that horrible family and endure my desire to kill them. Because of them, my sister was humiliated and now she lives in reclusion, my older brother died for nothing, the house''s money was taken from us, and our reputation extinct. That good, that their power now doesn''t exist and now they have to suffer by it, is a pity that their punishment could have been worse, I want to say, by the gods, if the last punishment was going to be a life of suffering, why not become them in slaves and that''s it. Que bueno, que su poder ya no existe y ahora tienen que sufrir por ello, lastima que el castig¨® pudo haber sido peor, quiero decir, por los dioses, si el ¨²ltimo castigo iba a ser una vida de sufrimiento, por que no hacerlos esclavos y ya. But not, still, without supposedly having any money, they still retain a land and a noble title, that joke, and for this joke, have to be a knight like me, who has to go to visit them, because otherwise: "Is an offense to the honor, the laws, and the good traditions." That horror, and not even I can make fun of them or offense them, because as nobles that they being, still they have more rights than me. This country is a serious case, but at least still I can laugh in my mind when I see their old, sad, and humiliated faces after living in that situation. And apparently, it''s about time for my joy, because finally, I arrived, after many spins, ups, and some monster, the pathetic cabin where now they have to live the rest of their life. Act 1 - Early morning inspection II No one in the home, after touching the door like a stupid beside of an ugly snowman, no one came out to receive me, nor listen to any activity inside. Perfectly I could ented to check, but that is a crime of which I couldn''t save myself, still if are they who accuse me. that world is so unfair. But that risky option is only something to think about and consider because obviously judging by the footsteps in the snow, a little person had gone and come to this house many times. The problem was that these footsteps were made two different ways and by the dearth of snowfall, these footsteps could be very old. But I don''t get older here, I already took six hours to arrive and I don''t want to spend the night in this horrible and cold place. Because of this, I decided to follow the footprint that heading north, and fortunately, this was the correct decision. So, over my loyal steed. after a while, we could see in the distance a girl; maybe she was the bastard of that family of which spoke the reports. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. As an obvious thing, that bastard saw us and she got tense and on guard, yes, that is how a criminal must act at see the law. Not by being a little girl, she is free of sin, and at that age, the nobles independent of their genre, it has been known that they have done horrible things. For this motive, I will not have some pity, nor I get acquired to each step that my steed did, while I saw how emaciated and dirty she looked while carrying a bucket with water in one hand, and a kind of spear in the other hand. instead of that, I felt satisfaction, in seeing firsthand, the punishment of that family, but after getting close just front to her, I felt some surprise at look some unusual things on her. The roots of her blow hair were green and her eyes, one was yellow and the other was purple with green, rare very rare, and even more when the report doesn''t say anything about it. Well, probably this be some gene of another race that was activated, in the end, that disgusting bastards could afford to join of exotic race as if they were objects. But enough of useless theories, there to finish with this, and for that, after coming in front of her, following the necessary etiquette, I got off the steed to do a bow and introduce myself. "Good morning, sorry for the inconvenience, I introduce myself, I''m Myria Tories, Knight from the earth''s orden, and came here on a mission to supervise the status of the dear barons'' Lewis" Later I Introduce myself, the bastard, after getting surprised a little, she also introduces herself saying. "I..., my name is Rosalie Lewis, is a pleasure" Act 1 - Early morning inspection III "I..., my name is Rosalie Lewis, is a pleasure." The last remnant of that dirty family presented, I don''t know what thing the king would be thinking to leave the opportunity for this vicious lineage could extend roots again. But this is something, that is not dependent on me, for my misfortune, what if dependent on me, is do the questions that I came to do and leave this place at once. "Nice to meet you too, dare I ask, where I can find your parents, I would want to have the pleasure of having a conversation with them for the motive of my job." "I..." She got nervous, ahh not tell me that they escaped..., but I must wait that she ended up babbling. "My parents..., are dead..." "Oh, my gods, this a great and excellent notice, if this was true..., and for this, now I need to confirm their deaths." "You could explain to me what happened and give me some proof of their demise?" If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. "Well..., they committed suicide..., and about their bodies..., unfortunately, the beasts didn''t leave anything left." That convenient, without any proof, not more than her useless word, whereby, now I have to give a revision. "My apologies, but unfortunately, those words do not give any proof, because of this, I would like you to show me the place where the lords Lewis died as well as a better explanation." If she were a normal civil, the usual being a better interrogation, or in the extreme case torture, but unfortunately this girl is noble, so performing these acts is illegal, only remains to me ask permission to investigate. And fortunately, she gave me permission, and after a while, I already found myself again in front of the cabin, unfortunately, I had to give this scrawny girl a lift for arriving so fast. Once in the cabin, I gave it a revision, but either luckily or not, I didn''t fount anything, this was only a cabin worthy of a family from the slums, the strangest in the cabin was its secret studio, but here there was nothing important. nothing at all, as the girl had said, there not any traces of her parents, only some of their garments. They could have escaped and she had stayed to lie? This was also a possibility, also that she was telling the truth. However, discovered this is beyond my duties, and this one finished when I saw how things are, Investigating about it will depend on my superiors after receiving my report So that, without any motive for stay here, I left at once back, rejecting with kindness the offer of that bastard to stay here this night. ending my hateful mission to inspect those criminals. I waiting don''t have to inspect them again for the next quarter. Act 1 - Job at noon I Today I felt again fear toward the people, and it''s because of that frightful knight. When I was smaller, I liked the knights, the people told me that them was fair people, kind, and was honorable, but soon I discovered that they only were people with swords. Hypocrites, even more than other kinds of people that I have met, and this is because they swear that they are kind and fair, while in the shadows, they despise and hate like any other person. And she was the perfect example, all her words carried etiquette and honor, but I felt it, my instinct said to me that she despised me, and even I would swear that she wanted to kill me. I guess that if it weren''t that she was restricted by something, I already would be dead, or maybe my anomalies would have come to light and maybe I would have suffered from that. But despite all this, after what happened, I learned some of this and is that I''m very weak. In the past without any power or endorsement in my old house, everyone in my family and the servants despised me and treated me badly, and the rest only could limit themselves to despise me from afar, nobody external to my family could hurt me. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. But now I have not nothing, I''m alone, and that the people forgot my existence is my only defense. Or at least that was the only that I could count without I would have not become whatever I''m now. But now, I have mana, the only thing that I could use to gain sufficient strength to not be intimidated. So, with it in my mind, after that hypocrite would have disappeared from my see, I mach two objectives. Training my mana, to improve myself and be most powerful, and to could hunt the nocturne beast that always prowled in the night. Hunt these beasts will demonstrate my power and also of course I could eat another thing and obtain his warm skins. And for this motive, after eating I started my mana training. One day there wasn''t going to be sufficient to be most powerful of course. A week was good, I improved a lot, and my body didn''t arise anything rare, but a week wasn''t sufficient. Two weeks neither was sufficient, but still, I felt weak, at least I wanted to knock down that tree. I took a month to knock down that tree, but still, I felt insecure, I believed that I had sufficient strength but not sufficient defense and technique. I passed another month of more training on my defense and technique, the first was easy but boring, only I had to hit myself while trying to protect myself with mana, but in the technique..., I didn''t know if I was training or playing soldiers. But enough was enough, I was already sick of waiting, I was sick of eating fish, water, and my personal juice, but above all, I already felt secure, and in a night like others. Still with my legs and arms templed with fear, I removed the barricade and exit from my house to be received for a night world illuminated by the light of the full moon. So, With my knife, my spear, and my mana I started to walk. Act 1 - Job at noon II Resolution, bravery, nervousness, and fear were the feelings that I carried with me, And I believed that I was going to continue with them during a long and epic quest through the night. But neither one nor the other, but the contrary, because that long journey had ended after to do only ten steps through the night and my resolutions and courage disappeared from my being, leaving only my nervousness and fears maximized. And this was because of the soon discovery of my objective, which, his only presence, vanished without further ado my plans and resolution. Was a horned bear, or at least that have said my father to see one in the distance, while we headed here. I didn''t know what a bear-like be was, but at least I could say that the word "horned" was by the horns that stuck up to his head, his back, and his elbows. But that was the least in this situation, now, the only thing that I could process at this moment, was to make the decision of escape or fight. Unfortunately, I could not choose the first one, I wanted, but my fear and indecision provoked the fact that the bear already was upright and in front of me. You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. What other thing I could do but position my spear toward it while hardening my body with mana? However, I must say that this last one was effective, because the bear with its first movement, gave a claw to my spear, and broke it in two, instead of throwing it away to the airs outside of my hands. But the problem now was that now only had my knife, and also, I nearly received another claw from it, but fortunately, I could evade it giving a jump backward. This was the beginning of many jumps and dodges, how many were? I don''t know, I wasn''t earning, the only one that I had in my mind was to dodge the bear''s attacks. Or at least, that was the truth since there came a moment when the knot in my stomach was getting faded out together with my despair, and was getting appeared encouraging thoughts. Ideas about how slow the bear was, thoughts about how predictable it was, and finally plans about realizing a counter-attack. Was a plan a bit cowardly, but my life was more important than honor at that moment; this plan consisted simply of an attack when the bear gets tired, when the bear is slowest and its movement most predictable; and that moment comes after a time. Just when the bear ended up trying to jump toward me, just when its two claws touched the snow, and only just then, before that the bear took impulse toward me again. With precision, with my knife in my right hand, and with the impulse of my mana, I pierced its right eye and next reached its brain and its life; taking notice of how its mana getting faded out mysteriously.