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My brother and I knew alchemy well enough to fend off attackers, and impress our friends. Dayan wasnt very good at it, but I was great at it! Mother and father were always praising me for my good work, they praised Dayan too, nut not as much xD.

Dayan growled in annoyance and looked down at me. "Alright, im sorry ok? I promise i wont steal your studff....as much :3"

I laughed happily and hugged my brother, then ran outside to play, but only a terrified and helpless scream escaped my lips once i left the house. Demons of all types and sizes were attacking the town, killing villagers left and right. I screamed again as a dead body nearly landed on me. My mother and father came running, and Dayan grabbed me and ran back into the house. We opened the hatch to the underground hideout, just as we heard the crunching of bones outside.

I was about to scream again when Dayan covered my mouth tightly and looked up at a shadowy figure loomed overhead. I cried, terrified, against his broad chest.

Suddenly Dayan was torn away from me, and i crashed to the floor with a load scream. Dayan was wailing in pain and fear as he was dragged around the corner, i heard the loud, sickening crack of his neck. The demon came back to me, dropping my brother's corpse a few feet away. I was terrified, and picked up a nearby katan and tried to attack the demon with it.

The demon chuckled and tossed the katana aside, then grabbed me by my long golden blonde hair and dragged me outside, tying me to a pole, stripping me completely. A group of raiders and demons wailed in excitement as they crowded around and began to viciously molest me. I cried in fear, pain, and screamed as one of the demons smirked at me and devored my parents, tearing them apart quickly in its massive maw.

Once the demons had moved along their way, leaving me alive, i buried my family, dragged my ripped clothes back onto my body, and ran from the village. With no family, i was not certain i would survive. But a young boy about the age of 16 found me on the shore of the lake, trying to catch fish, my body bruised and bloody from the molestation and the blood of my family from the attack.

I cringed as he approached, and he saw my many injuries and guessed what had happened. He smiled gently and got down on his knees, putting his hand out to me kindly. I stared at his hand in disbelief, and took it, my arm trembling terribly. He smiled again and took me to his home, where he and his family nursed me back to health and adopted me.