A Humans Demise
Mariah N. Aires, a normal human girl finds herself lost in her small towns forest on a hunt, getting lost she finds herself being attacked by a pack of wild dogs, that arent really, wild dogs. Soon she finds herself amongst a demonic presence greater then herself. Mariah will never be the same again.
“C’mon give me more! Strike me!” Mariah’s father yelled out loud, his blade falling right for her face. Mariah moved swiftly one foot pushing off the ground after the other as she pulled her blade around his neck as she landed behind him and giggled lightly.
“Good enough father?” Young Mariah spoke in her thick accent, a slight smirk among her soft face. Mariah was a 13 year old girl in the Deep South town of Vorcia. She was a Huntress in the town, one of the best. She trained with her father day and night to become better and to one day give her life for her people. Her father was the king of the town, the lead knight of Vorcia. Mariah was to take his place one day. Her mother had died when Mariah was around 4-5 years old, Killed by the Drow that once held peace with them. She would exact her revenge for her people and her mother.
The forest around them wasn’t safe, it held creatures you would only see in fairy tales and hear in your bedtime stories. Demons, brutes, wolves, and more. Now, you might think normal wolves but no, these are trained demon wolves. Trained to be human-killers since the day they were born, created by the queen of the second layer of hell. The people in vorcia have been trained to kill these demons since they migrated to the land and were forced to settle there.
“Good my daughter. But not good enough!” his blade had caught hers and he pulled away as he lunged in the air. Mariah twisted around, her long black braided hair whipped around her shoulder as she moved swiftly to move her blade along his and block his next attack. A guard’s voice suddenly spoke loudly as they seemed to freeze in time. Her father turned his head, dropping the blade from against Mariah’s and looked to the guard.
“Sir Vairen! The Night Keeper wishes to speak with you.” Vairen sheathed his blade and bowed to his daughter then growled lowly turning away from her and walking to the guard following him without a word. He never was more than Mariah’s teacher. He never showed interest in her outside of training.
She sheathed her long-sword and bowed in return then walked away as soon as he was out of sight running towards home to meet her brother and sisters for dinner. Reaching the large cottage, she opened the wooden door to take in the smell of her brothers cooking. “I’m home! Just going to go upstairs to change!” she slammed the door behind her setting down her long trench coat and bag running up the stairs to her corridor to change from her battle clothes to her white worn shorts and her small black loose tank-top. She sat down at her large mirror and desk and taking out the braid from her hair. Her long black hair cascading down her shoulders in waves, loose black bangs framed her gentle face. She brushed it out quickly with a brush, flinching at all the knots. Quickly she ran back down the stairs to re-join her family at the dinner table.
Her sister, Victoria, the third oldest, had laid out bowls and silverware at the table. Savec, her only brother and the youngest, cooked with her other sister, Aphrodite, the oldest. Mariah walked into the kitchen seeing if there was anything else to be done but to find nothing, they were already putting in the last of the seasoning for the soup. With a sigh she went to go get her sister Sarah, the middle aged “misunderstood” sister. Mariah thought for a moment at where she might be then it, clicked.
She ran upstairs to the long hallway and ran to the end where there was a tall window, one of the small doors of it hanging open and Mariah thought “BINGO.” She used her muscular legs from training, to lunge outside grabbing the side of the house. She climbed to the roof to find her sister sitting there and staring out into the distance and the setting sun, pencil and notebook in lap. She moved to sit beside her and look at her drawing but she moved it before Mariah could see. Mariah nudged her and spoke softly, “Dinners ready, you going to come eat, or are you going to skip out again?”
Sarah shrugged being her spacey self and turned to her, hazel eyes catching the sun’s rays like no other. “I think I’m going to skip out again and stay here on my “perch” as everyone calls it.” She laughed lightly then sighed becoming lost in thought as usual. She slipped into the abyss so easily.
Mariah looked at her for a second and nodded standing up then looking into the forest in the distance. Walking over to the edge where the window is and grabbing the edge swinging into the house with her silent, swiftness.
“Dinner time!” Aphrodite called out in her harsh mothering tone. Being the oldest was tough for, Aphrodite, especially when she had a younger sister taking over what pride you once held yours. Aphrodite hated Mariah since the day she was born. Aphrodite poured the soup into each bowl at the table with a fake smile and sighed giving a slight growl.
Mariah ran downstairs and quickly took her spot at the dinner table waiting for the others to join at the table for grace. But then sighed as the spot at the head of the table was empty, as usual, the spot where her mother used to sit. Then her eyes shifted to the spot at the other head of the table where her father would sit. She thought to herself, did she even have a right to call him her father anymore? He was more of a teacher than anything else, being so busy with the demons and everything.
She found herself being nudged and snapped from her deep thought and looked up finding her little 7 year old brother nudging her and begging her to say grace. She sighed in defeat of her cute little brother. Mariah held his hand and Victoria’s, Victoria held onto Aphrodite’s right hand and Savec held onto Aphrodite’s left. She spoke in soft words “Lady Luna I thank you for blessing us with this meal and for an amazing family. Bless us with your warm nights, with light, and stars.” She sighed pulling her hands away and taking the large spoon and dipping it gently into the bowl of soup and drinking it from the spoon.
After she was finished she went upstairs to her corridor to lie on her bed and relax. She pulled out her journal and opened up to a clean page and began to write:
Here I lay thinking about the day hoping again I would find some answers…again. Its official, my life SUCKS. My sister hates me….I’ve known that for a while…that’s not new…but she still hates me….my dad, jeez, can I even call him my dad anymore? He doesn’t ever talk to me normally. It’s all about my training and such. It hurts. I wonder why my sister hates me. I don’t understand what I did. So to sum it all up, my eldest sister and my dad hate me because I was born….I wonder if they even remember mom…
Your writer,
Mariah N. Aires
Mariah yawned closing her journal and hiding it under her mattress and standing up to go to her wardrobe and dress for bed. She opened up the large black curved wooden doors and she yawned pulling one of her silk black nightgowns off of the hanger and holding it over her as she looked at herself in the tall mirror and smiled undressing. She slipped the cold silk on over her undressed body and then closed the wardrobe doors and curling into a ball under the soft beige thick covers she stretched moving her long-sword beside her and turning off the light she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
“Good enough father?” Young Mariah spoke in her thick accent, a slight smirk among her soft face. Mariah was a 13 year old girl in the Deep South town of Vorcia. She was a Huntress in the town, one of the best. She trained with her father day and night to become better and to one day give her life for her people. Her father was the king of the town, the lead knight of Vorcia. Mariah was to take his place one day. Her mother had died when Mariah was around 4-5 years old, Killed by the Drow that once held peace with them. She would exact her revenge for her people and her mother.
The forest around them wasn’t safe, it held creatures you would only see in fairy tales and hear in your bedtime stories. Demons, brutes, wolves, and more. Now, you might think normal wolves but no, these are trained demon wolves. Trained to be human-killers since the day they were born, created by the queen of the second layer of hell. The people in vorcia have been trained to kill these demons since they migrated to the land and were forced to settle there.
“Good my daughter. But not good enough!” his blade had caught hers and he pulled away as he lunged in the air. Mariah twisted around, her long black braided hair whipped around her shoulder as she moved swiftly to move her blade along his and block his next attack. A guard’s voice suddenly spoke loudly as they seemed to freeze in time. Her father turned his head, dropping the blade from against Mariah’s and looked to the guard.
“Sir Vairen! The Night Keeper wishes to speak with you.” Vairen sheathed his blade and bowed to his daughter then growled lowly turning away from her and walking to the guard following him without a word. He never was more than Mariah’s teacher. He never showed interest in her outside of training.
She sheathed her long-sword and bowed in return then walked away as soon as he was out of sight running towards home to meet her brother and sisters for dinner. Reaching the large cottage, she opened the wooden door to take in the smell of her brothers cooking. “I’m home! Just going to go upstairs to change!” she slammed the door behind her setting down her long trench coat and bag running up the stairs to her corridor to change from her battle clothes to her white worn shorts and her small black loose tank-top. She sat down at her large mirror and desk and taking out the braid from her hair. Her long black hair cascading down her shoulders in waves, loose black bangs framed her gentle face. She brushed it out quickly with a brush, flinching at all the knots. Quickly she ran back down the stairs to re-join her family at the dinner table.
Her sister, Victoria, the third oldest, had laid out bowls and silverware at the table. Savec, her only brother and the youngest, cooked with her other sister, Aphrodite, the oldest. Mariah walked into the kitchen seeing if there was anything else to be done but to find nothing, they were already putting in the last of the seasoning for the soup. With a sigh she went to go get her sister Sarah, the middle aged “misunderstood” sister. Mariah thought for a moment at where she might be then it, clicked.
She ran upstairs to the long hallway and ran to the end where there was a tall window, one of the small doors of it hanging open and Mariah thought “BINGO.” She used her muscular legs from training, to lunge outside grabbing the side of the house. She climbed to the roof to find her sister sitting there and staring out into the distance and the setting sun, pencil and notebook in lap. She moved to sit beside her and look at her drawing but she moved it before Mariah could see. Mariah nudged her and spoke softly, “Dinners ready, you going to come eat, or are you going to skip out again?”
Sarah shrugged being her spacey self and turned to her, hazel eyes catching the sun’s rays like no other. “I think I’m going to skip out again and stay here on my “perch” as everyone calls it.” She laughed lightly then sighed becoming lost in thought as usual. She slipped into the abyss so easily.
Mariah looked at her for a second and nodded standing up then looking into the forest in the distance. Walking over to the edge where the window is and grabbing the edge swinging into the house with her silent, swiftness.
“Dinner time!” Aphrodite called out in her harsh mothering tone. Being the oldest was tough for, Aphrodite, especially when she had a younger sister taking over what pride you once held yours. Aphrodite hated Mariah since the day she was born. Aphrodite poured the soup into each bowl at the table with a fake smile and sighed giving a slight growl.
Mariah ran downstairs and quickly took her spot at the dinner table waiting for the others to join at the table for grace. But then sighed as the spot at the head of the table was empty, as usual, the spot where her mother used to sit. Then her eyes shifted to the spot at the other head of the table where her father would sit. She thought to herself, did she even have a right to call him her father anymore? He was more of a teacher than anything else, being so busy with the demons and everything.
She found herself being nudged and snapped from her deep thought and looked up finding her little 7 year old brother nudging her and begging her to say grace. She sighed in defeat of her cute little brother. Mariah held his hand and Victoria’s, Victoria held onto Aphrodite’s right hand and Savec held onto Aphrodite’s left. She spoke in soft words “Lady Luna I thank you for blessing us with this meal and for an amazing family. Bless us with your warm nights, with light, and stars.” She sighed pulling her hands away and taking the large spoon and dipping it gently into the bowl of soup and drinking it from the spoon.
After she was finished she went upstairs to her corridor to lie on her bed and relax. She pulled out her journal and opened up to a clean page and began to write:
Here I lay thinking about the day hoping again I would find some answers…again. Its official, my life SUCKS. My sister hates me….I’ve known that for a while…that’s not new…but she still hates me….my dad, jeez, can I even call him my dad anymore? He doesn’t ever talk to me normally. It’s all about my training and such. It hurts. I wonder why my sister hates me. I don’t understand what I did. So to sum it all up, my eldest sister and my dad hate me because I was born….I wonder if they even remember mom…
Your writer,
Mariah N. Aires
Mariah yawned closing her journal and hiding it under her mattress and standing up to go to her wardrobe and dress for bed. She opened up the large black curved wooden doors and she yawned pulling one of her silk black nightgowns off of the hanger and holding it over her as she looked at herself in the tall mirror and smiled undressing. She slipped the cold silk on over her undressed body and then closed the wardrobe doors and curling into a ball under the soft beige thick covers she stretched moving her long-sword beside her and turning off the light she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
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