written by: Courteney M. Schock
Two hundred years ago...
I saw something from my childhood that I will never erase, that will always haunt me. I sighed. So let's start from the beginning. My name is Austine, but most people give me the nickname Angus or Austin. I wasn't human, and I never expected to be human. My mother was a angel from heaven and my father was a demon from the underworld, so that made me a fallen. I was seven when my father snapped, for some reason he had the urge to kill mother. I remember it so clearly, I was playing in the forest with a few of my animal friends. When I heard the shrieking scream. I ran so fast back to the cottage, only to father stabbing mom constantly. She gave me the the most sad and distressing look to run from the cottage and don't look back, and so that's what I did. I hid in a near-by village for a couple of years, I was twelve when father found me. I hid in a burning house in the basement. This person who owned this, must of liked weapons very much, because their was a beautiful swords, daggers, and other shiny and silvery wands. When he came down I hid on the ceiling between two boards. When I was directly under him I let go and jumped on him, I had grabbed who who owned this weapon, it was a shiny dagger and I stabbed my father in the neck and twisted it hard.
~Chapter two~ Austine
I hated him, I hated him so much that I kept stabbing him in the neck, and a few times in the heart. I hated him for killing mother. I looked up at the burning ceiling, wishing that it would collapse on me. I missed her. I was covered in black blood that belonged to my crazy father. I layed thereon the ashy floor, crying my sorrow out. An ever so slowly ashes covered me. I don't know what happened, but I must have passed out. As I rise the blanket of ashes fell off me like feathers. I had burned marks on my skin, my shirt was gone and my pants were tattered and ripped and burned a bit. My shoes were ruined but eligable to wear still. I got up and walked over to what was left for weapons. I picked up two daggers and a sword. Something deep inside me dyed. I couldn't feel the pain anymore, I couldn't feel my emotions anymore, I was broken, I walked over to my burned up father and felt inside his pockets, I found a small bag of coins, and I left him their to rot. I walked home to a cottage that smelled like the dead.I found more coins and cleaned myself up and got fresh closes on. I gather some close into a bag, and left. I was leaving behind what I have ever known to see the unknown of the world.
Two hundred years later...
Everything was beautiful meadow's that I grew up in. But now it it's an old memory that I'll never see again. I'm a hybrid or so my family once said, but I'll never see them again. my mother was a special type of shape-shifter. My father was a wizard. Back to my mother, she was known to turn into any animal she pleased, or any creature. I also had a brother, his name is Jeremy, he's also my twin. But I was born two minutes before him. I remember running and hiding in the tall grass from Jeremy and mom. Mother would always shift into a wolf or some type breed of dog to find us. She taught us to shift into animals and creatures. Dad taught us magic and spells and herb mixing. My strongest is animal is a wolf, my brother strongest is also a wolf. We were both fallen angels, our mother wasn't just a shape-shifter and her father was a fallen. But when it came to magic, dad notice our powers. I was more spirit magic, but Jeremy he was more with the shadow magic. But one day playing in the meadows, we heard chaos in the house, gunfire and dogs barking, me and my brother hid down by the lake until whoever was in our house was gone.
We went inside the house, it was a mess. When we got to the hallway we found our mother lifeless and covered in blood. Their was two bullet holes, one in the shoulder, and the second one was on the side of her head. We walked some more around the house, and found father dead in his bedroom. He had bite marks all over him and a bullet hole in his chest. That night me and my brother snuggled under the table in our wolf pup form. The next day I made me and my twin a bowl of fruit. But the day had another plan, the people who killed our parents came back. Me and Jeremy quickly flooded the basement and went into merfolk form. I was a mermaid with a red cloth like bra with a bledish red and black tail. My brother had a blendish of different colors of blue. And so we hid their in the murky water until it was safe to come out. Me and him quickly packed our stuff. I had a backpack of clothing and my stuff animal and wand. Jeremy packed the same, we headed out. Of course being playful I hop on some stones across the little river.