Category : Adult

Sub Category : Adult Fantasy

I looked down at my outfit one last time. I wore a pair of black snow boots, a pair of black jeans, a dark blue tank top, and a heavy winter parka. I could only guess that dad was going to take me somewhere snowy or cold… well anyone could guess that. However I was a bit nervous about leaving our little hole in the wall. I took one last look around my room as I picked up my backpack full of supplies. I remember sitting in the middle of my bed with mom and dad on either side of me, telling me stories of before the war. Stories about how monsters and humans lived in peace with each other and how they could walk down the streets in the sun. Than they would tell me stories of during the war. About how they struck down countless humans and burned many more. I would always go to sleep and dream I was fighting right next to them. Using my sword to stab one human than my flames to burn them to death. I shook my head with a smile and walked down the hallway. I use to run down this hall after practice and laugh as my mom and dad chased after me, all the way to the age to 9. When I turned 10 that's when they started to buckle down on my training. No more stories at night, I was always too tired. No more running down the halls, it was immature. No more play fights, they were all real. They started training me to kill. They taught me the ways of how it use to be in the war. To always watch your back and to never let your guard down. I was always training 24/7. I woke up at 5 every day and fell asleep whenever dad said I was done. Monday through friday. However on saturday and sunday mom was the one who trained me. She taught me healing magic and earth medical healing as well. She use to be a doctor up on the surface and my dad was captain of the royal guard. When the war broke out mom became lead medical professional for the monsters and saved many lives, including my father. That's how they met. Well I walking into our front yard, or training grounds, or whatever they were calling it today. Mom and dad were standing at the edge of it, talking to someone shrouded in a cloke. I walked over and stood next to my parents. When I opened my mouth to speak my father held up his hand, telling me to hold my tongue. So I did.

“(Y/N), this is the River Person, an old friend of mine from the war. Their going to take you to wherever they see fit. I don’t know the underground to well so I’m going to trust them to you Old Friend.” Dad said as he put one hand on my shoulder and the other swinging around while he talked. He always was a hand talker. Mom pulled me away from the two of them and over to the side.

“Listen, I don’t know where you’re going or how you’re going to fair out there but just know. I love you. Your father loves you, even if he doesn't act like it.” she said with a small smile. I nodded and hugged her. She always was my rock, the one thing keeping me down to earth. While my dad was the one who always kept me on my toes, he made sure I wasn't to close to the ground. Mom pulled away and ran her fingers through her flames. 

“I’m going to miss you. Your Fathers going to miss you. Our little flame… All alone out there…” She mumbled under her breath as she brought her fingers to her mouth and started to bite at her nails. It was a bad habit that she had since before I could remember. I felt a soft pat on my shoulder and turned to look at Dad.

“Your mother's not wrong kid. Were going to miss ya.” I was surprised when he called me kid, he hadn't called me that since I was nine! I turned to him slightly before hugging him tightly. No more words were spoken between us as we just hugged. Mom somehow was pulled into the hug to at some point and we all just stood there for a while before a wispy voice came up.

“I don't mean to interrupt but I must be going.” I looked up at the cloaked figure. I couldn’t see past their dark purple hood. I did not trust them. I was always told, 'Never trust anyone if you can not look them in the eyes', and I lived by that. However if dad trust them then so do I. 

"Good bye kid. Be good and always remember what we told you." Dad said as he pushed me to the persons boat. Boat... Boats ment water... Waters not good for fire. I looked back at my parents to ask if this was okay but they were gone.

"Come now, we mustn't be late for..." They trailed off when I looked back to them. I slowly stepped onto the boat, careful not to get any water on me. I slowly sat on the bench.

"Off to Snowden we go! Tra la la~"