My life has never been peaceful. No. Not since when I was born.
As an illegitimate child of my father, I’d always been hated by the woman I was forced to call ‘mother.’ She would remind me every time how much of a piece of trash I was. She never loved me, never cared. Everything was given to my half-brother, Sam. He was the star child, he was the apple of her eye.
And oh, my father never cared too. We were too busy running from the first clan's pursuit. One by one, people from our lineage were captured and burned alive, until only a handful were remaining. We scattered and everyone found a way to live undetected. But it was never peaceful.
We were always running, always moving.
And once, we had thought we’d finally settled down in a place none of the hunters could find us, but one day,
