Chapter 1A Chapter by Ashheart15Eric begins in the middle an icey desolate landscape. Unfortunately not the best environment for a Fire Elemental.My story begins
in a poor village in the barren wasteland of the Arctic. It was a place where
there was no warmth and people came and went as quickly as the daylight. My mother and
father came in search of work where there was none to be found. So, my mother
became the towns clothing maker and my father one of the best hunters they had
ever known. My father
would kill the great furred bears that threatened the village and my mother
would make clothes from their pelts. It was not long after they settled that I
came into the world. From the
moment, I was born I was looked at as a strange child. My eyes, when I opened
them, were blood red and flecked with gold. Demon eyes, the elders of the
village called them. I was quiet
as a baby and never gave my parents more trouble than any baby should. Still
the villagers distrusted me from the start and their suspicion only grew as I
aged. My mother
kept me inside our hut and away from the villagers until I was almost three. I
had grown to have white hair which had the very faintest of red streaks in it.
The villagers were certain that I was cursed. "Devil
child!" "Demon!" "Cursed one!" were the words I heard
every time I stepped out into the village. For a young child, it was very
upsetting but my mother was determined that I would eventually be accepted. She was
beautiful, the envy of the other woman in the village, pale as snow with
gorgeously long red hair. I remember running my fingers through it as a young
boy. Her eyes were blue and sparkled with love. When I was
five and old enough to be educated in the ways of hunting my father took me and
a group of similar aged boys out onto the pack ice. It must have
been below zero degrees out there but I never felt the cold. While the other
boys shivered in their parkas I picked at mine wishing I could take it off. "Boys,
the job of hunter is a very important one for our village, you must do your
duty as men and..." I wasn't listening to my father as I should have been.
I was looking at the ice beneath his feet and wondering what would happen if it
melted. CRACK! The
ice I had been staring at gave way under my father’s weight and he plunged into
the freezing sea. The other boys ran forward to try and help my father but
there was nothing they could do. He had already disappeared under the ice. That was the
first incident of many, and not the only one to end in a fatality. In the end
my mother couldn't explain why bad things happened while I was around and made
the decision to send me away. "I am
sorry my son, but this is best for all of us. You will see one day" I was
eight, I didn't understand why I had to leave the only place I had ever known. "I
don't want to go mother! Please don't make me go!" I had tears running
down my face and I clung to my mother with all my strength but she managed to
tear me off her and onto the awaiting ferry. "Goodbye
Eric, I love you" she called once she was sure that I wasn't going to jump
off the boat. Heat rushed through my veins, I was so angry at her, I could
never remember being this angry at anyone before. "No you
don't! I hate you!" I screamed as the ferry pulled away from the shore. It
was the day that the first seeds of hatred were placed in my heart. Those seeds
would sprout several years into the future and allow me to become the man I am
today. © 2016 Ashheart15Author's Note
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Added on December 6, 2016 Last Updated on December 6, 2016 AuthorAshheart15Perth, Western Australia, AustraliaAboutI am a 20 year old writer from sunny Western Australia. I enjoy drinking a ridiculous amount of coffee and staring at blank Word documents. Otherwise I write horror short stories and have just comp.. more..Writing
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