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Friday, 12 July 2013

Monster child

Hi,
Li-ah hear
Well today i wanted to share with you all a story that I am writing. this is from my figment page were i write stories and such.

Chapter one: The child

 I looked down at the human who was my mother. I looked down at her with disgust. She was only human, a sad thing for I would never be like her. She was human and I was a Monster.
Yes, you are probably thinking that I could not be a human monster because my grandmother said she would never have children, but she did. Women all around her ere in heat. So, she decided that she and the king, my grand father, would have children. So, that is how I a human monster , from the line of the great Lord Canserel himself. For his daughter Fire is my grand mother. 

The story goes like this. My grand mother wanted a child. She conceived and had four . All of them were boys. My grand mother says when she first saw my father he was the smallest out of the four boys. He looked the most like her father . Except that when he opened his eyes she did not see the hatred and contempt in his eyes.What she saw in his eyes was pure adoration . Thus my grand mother named him Canserel after his grand father so that the name would have a new legacy. My father grew up with seven siblings, three brothers and four sisters. He grew up kind and compationet nothing like his grand father. 
My mother on the other hand was only human. She came from the South. From the land were the sun shone all day. She was of dark skin, it was said that were she came from some people had skin as black as cole. For a human my mother was beautiful in her own right. But, my father was even more so for he was a monster and she was not. 

My father was tall with light skin, so light it looked transparent . HE had silver hair and deep blue eyes . People who new my great grand father said my father was his spitting image. Except that his eyes held warmth not cold. 

My mother was short with chocolate colored skin. Her hair was long and very dark,curly. She had slanted eyes that seemed to look like she was part monster but she was not. My mothers eyes were her best fetcher. One was brown and the other was a black as a midnight sky. For my mother was a gracling. this meant  she to had powers like my father.

As for me, coming from a union like that. I was a stunning creature. People would say even from the day I was born men proclaimed there love for me. I was a monster threw and threw but, ?i was a mixture of myfather and mother. I had my mothers height, her slanted eyes. Other then that i looked liked my father 
My skin was a caramel color . I had light brown hair with streak of silver  and blue like my mother. I had mismatched eyes . My left eyes was deep blue like my fathers and my right eyes was black like my mothers right eye. 

Like my mother I was a gracling and like my father I was a monster. A gracling and a monster. I was a marvel  because I was the first monster child to be a gracling as well. People feared me, monsters feared me because  not only did I have monster powers I had gracling powers as well. 

That was not the only thing that set me apart from my parents. What set me apart was the fact that  was a lot like my great grandfather. My grand mother noticed when i was younger around the time when i was  eight. I would mess with the minds of my guards. When i was on the the way to viste my grand parents at the castle. What I liked to do was hurt them with my mind. She saw this and told me to stop and control my self  because she did not want me to fall like my great grandfather. For his down fall was his evilness and I could turn out to be like him if i kept it up.

I had herd stories about my great grandfather but he never sounded that bad in the stores. Nevertheless I stopped  the mind games with the guards. From then on I knew I was not like my parents or any one else in my family that was alive. I knew deep down that I was like my great grand father Canserel.  

Any way that is all i have for now. What do you think?

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