In The Beginning

No one said a word as Amillia started to pace through her setting room. It’s obvious she’s thinking about something. Trying to piece together the puzzle with new information that she has just gained. Something still doesn’t make sense though, why would they involve two human, mortal hunters into this mess. It doesn’t make sense.

“Tell me more about your mom and sister,” she demands out of Jayven and Daniel, who were quite shocked she had changed the subject.

Amillia is a lot calmer now than she had been when she had rushed inside and almost strangled Jayven to death. One thing she won’t tolerate is being lied too. It’s understandable though, not being able to tell a lie herself why should she accept anyone lying to her. She knows there’s more to this story than what she can see right now, and she’s determined to find out what that is.

At least her anger was gone, and Jackson dropped his defenses around her a bit, before he had accepted this mission for his brother’s sake, he had been warned about what all could go wrong and what may happen if it does just so happen to all go south. Amillia can be one of the nicest, sweetest, and kindhearted people to ever walk this earth, but when provoked, she can also be the worst. Damian didn’t tell him much, just to be careful, never lie, don’t irk her, and to know that she doesn’t trust easy. Gaining her trust will be one of the hardest things for anyone to do according to him. Although she doesn’t seem to be distrusting at this moment, more like curious.

(Third Person – Past)

After watching her parents murder and not knowing the fate of her sisters, Amillia was stuck in the disaster that had been left behind. Her parents had anticipated an attack would eventually happen, they even trained and prepared their children for the attack, Amillia had hidden right where she was supposed to, under the floorboards in the living room. She had tried to get to her younger sister, Natalia, who had been a three at the time, but had failed due to the mass amount of people that had come to attack.

Now she’s alone.

For three days she stays hidden, afraid to move because she doesn’t know what, or who, would still above her, waiting for her. It was cold and damp where she stayed hidden and all she could do was stay curled up into a ball with silent tears rolling down her eyes. Fear consumed her, she didn’t want to make a sound in case someone had stayed behind and just so happened to be trying to find her.

Finally, a family friend came to the house and found her hiding. He’s the only one who could take her where she would have to go, to the only family she has left, her aunt Gloria’s home. The man had tried to shield her from the carnage and wreckage of the house, the smell was putrid. No one had been there so no one had cleaned up the mess. Her parents’ bodies lying on the floor, her father in different pieces and her mother lifeless in a pool of blood with her head caved in and dried brain matter everywhere. It was sickening, and something that Amillia will never be able to remove from her mind.

Amillia didn’t speak, not to her rescuer and not to her aunt or cousin once she arrived. She had hoped that once she had arrived their answers would be given, but instead she found herself sorely disappointed. Gloria couldn’t have been happier to see her niece due to the fact that everyone thought that no one had survived the attack. The joy that Gloria felt receiving word that Malcolm would be bringing her niece to her after finding her in the rubbish and carnage swelled her heart. But that doesn’t change the fact that everything is different now, including Gloria and her daughter, Taylor.

Gloria and her sister, Isabella, which was Amillia’s mother, had been close, very close. They were the only two siblings, the second generation of their family. Their mother had been an only child, created with one purpose and to have one destiny, so the sisters didn’t even have any cousins, it had been just them their whole life growing up in the clearing that’s in the world of worlds, which is where Gloria made her home permanently.

It had almost torn Gloria apart when Malcolm, a long-time friend of their mothers who’s from a different world, contacted her and told her he had been informed that Isabella and her husband, Elijah, had been found dead. He didn’t give much detail at the time just that he was going to assess the situation and see if anyone had survived the attack. Isabella and Elijah both knew that they were hunted and wanted, that’s why they moved to the place they called home, hoping to hide from those searching for them. After all, there wasn’t many people in the world made for the mortals at this time.

Gloria had wasted no time in getting her niece cleaned up, offering her food, remembering all her favorites, and cooking every bit of it for her. She just couldn’t be happier that at least one of her sister’s children survived, although three weren’t found and no traces of them had been left. Amillia wasn’t exactly hungry though, considering she’s still shocked from the events of the past few days. Those horrifying images stuck in her head, haunting and taunting her. She doesn’t think that the image of her parents beaten, and bloodied bodies would ever leave her mind. She’d be forever cursed with that memory.

Nothing anyone tried to do would help Amillia out of her slump. It didn’t help that Gloria and Taylor both functioned as if Gloria’s husband and other two kids, her sons, not being there is completely normal. It’s not. Of course, the boys were always meant to leave, it’s part of our destiny as the protectors, the guardians, and the keepers. That’s what they are meant to do, protect all the innocents of the worlds from the darkness, from evil. The bigger the generation is meant the more that they are able to cover and the more… beings and people they were able to protect.

What isn’t normal is for Taylor to still be in this place and Gloria’s husband to be nowhere around. There’s no way that Malik would have left his wife or just left this place. He had been as dedicated to majka bozica as any of them and coveted the promise that he had made to her in order to live in this world and be with Gloria.

Amillia automatically knew that something more was going on when Gloria and Taylor both functioned as if Malik had been gone for years and that the boys never existed. It just doesn’t add up. How did someone just forget that they have three kids instead of one? How do you forget your siblings when you’re raised with them alone?

On top of the missing people in this world, there’s been a few new additions Amillia had noticed. No one is supposed to live here, no one other than the Black family. That’s something that her mother has taught her about their home world. It’s a home that’s made just for them, it holds special secrets within it that no one else can find or else it could cause a catastrophic chain of events to occur, especially if the wrong one’s found out all the secrets hidden inside of their world. That’s why their family is here, that is what they are supposed to protect.

After all the new discoveries and with the terror still traumatizing her, Amillia clammed up. She completely shut down and didn’t talk to anyone. She didn’t want to be around anyone, and she hadn’t been interested in meeting and getting to know the new people who she knew for a fact were not supposed to be here. She spent all her time in the library, or attic, of her aunt’s house reading through the family grimoires and all the other records that had been kept in this room. The attic is the size of the house, which is a five bedroom, two bath, three story quaint Victorian home.