Chapter Two
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I'll give you guys a quick recap of how I lost my family.
My story begins once upon a time, in a land far, far away...
Only kidding, it was last year and in the county of Harmony. It's a county in a country called Olympia, it was rumoured that the founders were descendants of the Greek Gods and Goddesses, but no one really knows for certain, the story of our country's birth differs from each county's history books. Every race has their own county, with their own clans. The Fairies hate the Elves, the Witches hate the Fairies, the Vampires hate both the Witches and Werewolves and the Werewolves hate the Vampires and vice versa with all races. So each race having their own county and border is really the only way we're all able to live harmoniously. No one is supposed to go across the borders without a pass and an escort. The only neutral place is the college where every race can attend. Olympia is also a protected country, its cleverly hidden inside of a monument called Stone Henge. It has a special barrier which repels all humans. Even though its the 21st Century, there are still hunters out there who would really prefer it if we didn't exist.
So the Elves were supposed to meet with us for an alliance around a month before my 18th birthday. We were going to have a welcome party for them to prove to them that we really could get along. My parents had organised everything, even down to the way the napkins would be folded. As the county's leaders, it's their duty to hold a proper greeting. My mum may not have been a great parent towards me but she certainly knew how to throw a party.
For as long as I live, I will never forget the night of the welcome party.
-Flashback-
Everything seemed fine, we were singing, dancing and drinking. We all wore glittery, vibrant coloured outfits, whereas the Elves looked more like they were dressed for battle (This right here should've been our first clue that something wasn't right).
Out of nowhere the Elf King took a sword that must've been hidden underneath the table and with a blank, distant expression, he took my fathers head from his shoulders. Blood spurted from my fathers now fallen body and time just seemed to slow down. There were swords clashing and clanging together. Headless bodies slumped over tables, chairs, steps and each other. I just freeze, I can't make my body move to help anyone. I vaguely felt someone grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the c*****e and towards safety.
I must've blacked out or something. I woke up sitting inside a tree trunk. I noticed I was holding something that felt like a screwed up piece of paper. I conjured a small flame to read what it said, in very neat hand writing was written
"I'm sorry for my people. All my love Adrian xx"
'Who's Adrian?' I thought. 'Whoever he is, it can wait until later.'
I created a ball of lightning and blasted my way out of the tree. I made my way as quickly as I could towards what we call our colosseum, it's pretty much a miniature version of Stone Henge, which is pretty cool. It's where we hold everything that's important to us.
Just as I was reaching the colosseum, the smell was the first thing to hit me. I could smell death and decay, 'how long was I out for?' There was dried blood everywhere, I couldn't tell where one person started and the other ended. There were corpses all over. Men, Women and children were splayed everywhere, I ran towards where my family were last seen dancing and right above their bodies, were pikes with their heads on top. I span on my heels and ran. I didn't stop running either.
I ran across the border and straight into Werewolf territory.
It wasn't long before a patrol descended on me. I skidded to a halt. The wolves started snarling and snapping at my feet to warn me off and get me back across the border.
"Please help me," I begged with tears running down my face. "My whole family. My whole county. They've all been slaughtered. I'm the only one left.'
The wolves looked at each other and then back at me, one of the wolves nodded. They proceed to surround me and nudge me forward.
-End of flashback-
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