As I held the sword in my hands, I felt Sebastian’s emotions, feelings, desires, and essentially his life energy. His memories as well, this being it jogged my memories, I remember who I am. I remember what it means to be a knight of the goddess. And I remember how to use Sebastian. I sheath my sword and then call it off. Sebastian is now in my subconscious, waiting to be called upon. I remember many things now, I remember my family. My sister, Madeline, such a bubbly young girl. She looks just like me, the light colored skin, light brown hair, and greenish eyes. We look like white people although we are Hispanic. She was always the cheerful type, trying to get me to do my best in whatever it was that I had to do. Only being about a year and a half younger we shared a lot of time together. My mother, who always cared for me. The bond I have with my mother is one of the bonds I will cherish for my entire life. My mother has always been there for me, in any circumstance that I have been, my mom was the first to know. Although me and my mother never actually saw eye to eye. For about the first seven years of my life, my mother and I did not really get along. Nothing happened between us, but there was a lot of tension for some unknown reason. We just did not connect. That’s why I always had a preference to my father. In fact it was my father who always pushed me to develop a relationship with my mother. And I am really grateful for that. But my father has always loved and cherished me. I’d have to say he might have even favored me over Madeline. Although Madeline essentially became a daddy’s girl. He always treated us differently, but still equally. We were a normal family of four, enjoying life, me and my sister attended school, Mother and Father worked, but still managed to find time for Madeline and me. I never knew that my father was the twelfth knight of the goddess. Apparently he laid his sword down the day I was born, so that I and my mother, and eventually my sister can all have normal lives.
Funny thing is, usually the wielder of the Hero’s Sword is a decedent of the Holy King himself this is proven by the mark of the goddess located somewhere on the hero’s body. My father does not have a mark. Meaning my father is not a decedent of the Holy King. I inherited my mark from my mother, whose family are decedent of the king. I inherited the sword from my father, and the mark from my mother. This mark has forsaken my family. A couple years ago, or several years in the future, tragedy struck my family. On the night of my sisters 15th birthday party event, a group of men crashed the party and attempted to kill my sister. These men were known as mark hunters. They are a group from the new world, sent by the seventh World Government to eliminate any person who bears a mark of the goddess. The World Government fears those with the mark because they are the only people who could inherit the Hero’s Sword, thus being able to overthrow the World Government. The only exception to this is my father, who is the only person in the history of the goddess’ hero to not be a decedent of the Holy King, thus not having a mark. My sister put the mark on her invitations as a decoration, and news spread. The hunters showed up to kill my sister and anyone else with the mark, including me. Lucky for us, the hunters were not aware that my father was the goddess’s hero and still had some skill, even after being inactive for years.
But unfortunately not everything came out well. My father gave his life to protect my mother, and my mother was killed trying to save us. My grandpa took us out to safety, and nothing was the same after that. Madeline and I then lived with our grandparents. Cycling between them month after month, it was a strange experience, living in the houses where our parents once lived in. Sleeping in the beds that they slept in when they were our age. Death changes people. My sister became more bubbly and encouraging. But I know the truth, she was trying to be strong, hide the fact that she was scared, and alone. Every night she would silently cry herself to sleep, that’s not to say, that I didn’t do that a couple times myself. I love my grandparents, they truly helped us get through a tough time in our lives. We started school again, and it took some time to fit in with the general public although we had a couple of strict rules placed on us by our maternal grandma. One was that we could not have out marks showing at any time out in public. “The hunters know who you are, you do not want to give them target to go and find.” Were her words to us, the second rule was not to go out past 10 p.m. She didn’t want anything happening to us when she couldn’t help. We did good to follow those rules, it wasn’t hard for me to hide my mark, and I just could not wear tank tops or have my hair a back length. Madeline has her mark on the back of her hand. She had to either wear a glove or put make-up on it every day. This life of secrecy was really annoying.
One unfortunate day, the make up on her hand was washed away, and an undercover hunter saw it. The hunter followed her home and that night he and a group if three more hunters broke in to my grandparents’ home, took Madeline and me from our bed, and took us out into the night. A kidnapped Madeline and I stood no chance of survival against these trained assassins. They took my sister and were about to slit her throat right in front of my eyes. But then, a gunshot. A sniper, hiding off in some unknown location shot the hunter that was about to kill my sister right through the head. Blood was everywhere. Madeline was terrified, she thought she was good as dead. As soon as the hunter let her go she dropped to the floor and started to crawl towards me. Suddenly a tall hooded figure showed up out of nowhere and started taking out all the other hunters single handedly. I have never seen such brutality, no weapons, and without getting hurt he killed four hunters. Once he was done, he turned towards us, and started walking, getting closer and closer. I freaked out, I did not know if he was an enemy or friend. I was so scared that I could not move, nor say anything. Madeline cries and hides behind me. He takes off his hood and asks, “Are you girls okay?” I see his face, the look in his eyes don’t look like one that wants to hurt us, if not protect us. “I heard about your parents, and I am sorry, I should have come to see you earlier, and make sure that you were okay.”
“You know our parents!?”- I respond in disbelief
“I do, your father was a friend of mine from high school, in fact I already met you Alyss, and you were so tiny when I met you.” He said with a big smile on his face “I however, have not met the young lady hiding behind you.”
“That’s my sister, Madeline.”
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Maddie” again, with a smile on his face. Madeline is in shock, only our father called her Maddie, I think I comforted her though, so I think she’ll let it slide. He took us back to our grandparents’ house, both of them happy to see that we were alright. Coming into the light I fully see this man’s appearance. He a tall strong man, with long shoulder length blonde hair all shaven on his left side of his head. A dark goatee and light eyebrows, it almost seems like he does not have any eyebrows. “Excuse me, but I do not know your name.” I asked him.
He laughed in response “I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Eric. Alyss, we’ll meet again soon. I see great potential in you.”