Cursed Blood- pt1

Cursed Blood

Introduction:

 

I sometimes wonder why this happened to me. Why I have this sense of want. Where I want someone to hold me as if I were his or her own and shield me from the evil that surrounds us. For me, it was not that simple.

 

I was very little at the time and I remembered it like it was just yesterday. As if a tape recorder had filmed my childhood in my mind so I could look back at what brought me here.

 

That day changed my life.

 

The screams and horrified faces the villagers had, oh how I hated to image them so. It was because of a demon that carried cursed souls upon his wake and that whoever dared face the mighty demon would be cursed.

 

And cursed I was.

 

Really, I don’t know why I pushed that boy aside. Maybe it was because he was just an innocent soul and had done none wrong. But was I too not innocent as well? Did I not know that just maybe the boy had committed sins that were to be undone? That I did not know.

 

What I do know was that I didn’t want anyone to die.

 

I wanted to prove that maybe, just maybe, people would finally know I existed but I did not care about myself at all. Strange you may think, selfish? Oh, I think not.

 

One thing I wasn’t expecting was my father dying the next day. He was very well known man he was. His magical healing and kindness were shared to all that respected while my mother stood with him till the end.

 

An illness, it was. Unfortunately, it was something that couldn’t be cured by plant nor magic. I remember kneeling beside his bed, trying my hardest to keep my father alive, crying as I did so. In the end, I only seem to make matters worse.

 

Soon after, my mother turned frightened evil. She said that I could not be her child. Telling me that I was nothing but a demon child that brought madness to the village and that I took father away from her.

 

I could not blame her for that. I too sorrowed for what I had done. I blamed everything on myself because if I had not pushed that little boy aside, I would not be alone in this cold, dark world that cowers over me.

 

Now as I travel down the forest roads and through the towns, I hear people whisper names about me.

 

‘The Child of Death’, they would mainly say. That’s what I thought about myself as well, for I did not blame the strangers who looked upon me.

 

However, if I said it didn’t bother me, why would I always sit against a tree under the shade and cry to myself? Asking God why this happened to me? Why did everything have to happen because of me?

 

I never did get an answer.

 

What did I do? Simple. I went to seek it out for myself.

 

I wanted to prove that I wasn’t a monster or cursed. I wanted to be someone who protects people because I want to.

 

And I did just that.

 

My name is Ami Chimayo, and this is my story…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

by shyprincess

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