Eee BACKSTORY All from their own POV. As a child, I was generally curious about things. I often sat on the roof and watched the other kids play. When I wasn't watching, I was reading. Once, when my father left for hunting, and I was reading, I smelled a smoky scent. Like fire. Then I saw it. My bed, somehow, caught on fire. My mother came rushing to me as the fire slowly closed in. I climbed up to the hang-off as I would when I climb to the roof, and took a dagger I hid in the wall. Then I jumped. Over the fire, and to my mother. We ran down and she grabbed me with her feet, then flew to an island-cliff. I fell into her embrace, holding the dagger close to my chest. My hand slowly moved down to my side, and I muttered something I don't even remember. Then I stabbed her. The women I called mother. I didn't know what I just did. She looked at me, terrified, as I got up and looked at her wound. I backed away, and my frown turned into a grin. I took pleasure in this. I ran at her and stabbed her again. Then I jumped off the cliff, and flew away, leaving her there to suffer. I don't know why I took pleasure in it, but I did.
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