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The biggest day of my life was when I finally found the meaning of family. Being cared for, and loved.
I was lonely, terribly. I hate to think back to those days, but I must recall the moment I suppose..
I was born in a grave-yard. Not literally, but in the small chapel located on the grounds.
It was an old and abandoned place, but it was my only home and I loved it dearly. My mother was quite young, and now that I look back to it, I suppose she must of run away due to me being in her stomach.
I didn't know my father at all. Had no clue he existed actually, as my mom never even mentioned the man.
I grew up rather quickly though, the days becoming months, the months becoming years, until soon I was a young viscet, old enough to make my place in the world.
I never left the Chapel, although I remember always yearning too. My mother kept my hidden away, for some odd reason, and I had grown bored of my isolation.
I always had a little music-box sitting by the window, thankfully. It was the only thing that calmed me when the darkness had engulfed my home and I was all alone, as my mom would go out frequently to hunt.
I can still remember its soft innocent tune chirping through my head, gentle yet loud enough to comfort me in times of need.
I will always remember that one.. special night although.
While I was slowly dozing off, staring out the window and eyes half closed, I remembered seeing the strangest of sights. A tall man. Dressed in all black, with a pitch white head.. no features at all.
His hand was outstretched, beckoning, softly pleading me, to come outside and join him. I was quite shocked, no-one had even seen me before, other than my mom.
I was curious, and my foolish young side actually got up and went to the door. Yet, I stopped right before I twisted the door-knob.
My mind recalled the time when my mother had told me stories. Stories of a man that kidnapped people. Took them as servants. I couldn't think of the mans name, nor his appearance, but he was said to be tall.
Extending my hand from the door-knob, I breathed out a soft breath, and closed my eyes.
No, I wouldn't be disobeying mother.
Taking a step back, I immediately jumped when I heard the soft sound of her slowly stepping on a soft material. I knew who it was.
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I couldn't remember anything after that. What happened, What my reaction was, nothing.
Yet I am happy. I am now living in the forest, serving my master with the best of my abilities. I am not saying this because I am being forced too.
No. I have my freedom, and actually, a family.
We are all brothers and sisters, united. I love them, and in return they love me.
Farewell, Mortal.
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