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I arise, started from my nightmare - drenched in sweat.  It is more like a never-ending memory; the concluded one of what was once my family.  A final image to be held in my head more gruesome that imaginable, for all eternity.  I try my hardest to remember my mother’s beautiful face…with her long hair…and her sweet eyes but all to be seen is a faded image of myself in the mirror.

I am a Fiend, an outcast of the human race from so long ago.  Supposedly sinister natured, mean and arrogant but not I, I am loving and compassionate, just like my mother once was.  I feel her watching and guiding me.  She once told me, just because I was a Fiend by blood does not mean I need to be a Fiend by nature.  My father always resented her for not sticking by his morals.  He needed a son to bear his name and morals onto future generations.  After my mother bore him two daughters, she was told she could bear no more.  I am assuming that is what tortured my father’s soul into further chaos.

I recall distinctively the events leading up to the massacre.  My father was supposed to be away at the shops, gathering items for that night’s feast.  So myself, as curious as I was to learn what I could, snuck into my father’s chambers.  To my surprise - I heard arguing, loud voices - one to be my father’s and the others unknown.

“They shall die!  That wrenched woman and those useless children!”  Retched a scratchy horrid voice.

“No…I cannot…I must…” My father was cutoff mid-sentence.

“Now YOU listen to me, we have not gotten this far to be stopped because of your sudden burst of conscience-ness!”   Howled a deeper voice.

“WE have waited years for you to bear a son and now look - your wife bears no more - she shall die because of that!”   The first voice beckoned.

That is when I was startled by a piercing noise and a blinding light illuminating the entire room.  Nothing could be seen or heard…my eyes and ears were hurting profusely.  After awhile, I am unable to recall the length of time, I peered out from behind the bookcase to view my father lying on the floor.