Chapter 1: How it all began.

There was a party going on in the sky. The stars shining bright as if they were having a contest but they couldn't beat the bright full moon light that filled most of the night. On the street of a quiet city there was a hospital filled with screams of pain from a mother giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. There beside her was her husband and doctors to try to keep her calm but that wasn't working.

A few hours later the mother had finally gave birth to her new daughter. Her eyes began to tear from joy as she smiled at the baby being held in her arms. "I will name you (F/N)...(F/N) (L/N).." She said softly kissing the baby's head.

I had an older brother Jyugo he was about 8 years older than me. He protected me and took care of me most of the time since our father was always gone doing jobs to keep food on the table. I was fine with that and so was Jyugo. Our relationship became closer by the years as we became inseparable.

Other than Jyugo, I had a friend who I was really close with as well. He had red wings bigger than mine and I loved them. He was an orphan, but I wasn't really bothered by that at all. Every day when I was too young to go to school, I would go outside and go to him as we would talk about his favorite hero and we would go into the neighborhood and play with others who liked us until I had to go back.

Though one day, I went outside to him and after a bit I found him as I found out he was leaving soon. I didn't want him to but I couldn't do anything about it as my eyes filled with tears and they were unstoppable. He flinched slightly feeling guilty that his nearest friend was crying because of him. "H-hey please don't cry...when I get older I will look for you...promise" I looked at him and nodded as we soon plucked out a feather from our wings giving one another one. Once I had it a smiles ran across my face as I hugged the small boy. "I love you Keigo.." I said softly as I held him more. He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around me pulling me closer. "I love you too (Y/N)"

The time for me to go came quick as I got up waving him bye as I went home quickly smiling. I went to my room and I started to plucked my orange feathers soon making a necklace with his feather in the middle.

Years past as I was around eight when I was walking home with Jyugo. We walked into our home seeing that mom and dad were arguing. Jyugo held onto me not wanting to do anything. I didn't know what was going on but I didn't like when they fought.

"Why the hell are you drinking again you said you would stop!" Mom yelled as she reached to grab the bottle in his hand. Dad growled angrily at mom as he moved it away. "Who the fuck do you think you are telling me what I can and can't do bitch!" He yelled back. Mom slapped him as she teared up. "don't call me a bitch" she said. The dad grew more pissed as he turned to swing the bottle to the mom.

I jolts as my wings threw Jyugo off of me as I flapped them causing to make a large wind as I blew my dad from mom. He went through a few walls crashing into the last one knocking the wind from him. Mom stood in shock as she looked at me, my eyes filled with fear as she ran to me hugging me tightly.

Tears began streaming down my face. "I-Im sorry I didn't mean to..." Mom held me as Jyugo soon got up going to the both of us and I looked up at him.

After a few minutes Dad got up, he groaned and stomped towards them all as he grabbed me by the wings and dragged me out of the house. I began to beg and plead as I tried to fight back. Jyugo ran in front of Dad but it didn't stop him instead he slapped the male causing him to hit the ground. I screamed as loud as I could for mom and Jyugo.

Dad soon started to fly as he took me to an organization and left as they took me in. I fought as much as I could to not be stuck there but a sudden sting came to my neck as I could see everything starting to blur and soon that became darkness.

Over the years I was beaten my wings were tore off many times, I had to kill, I was tortured, and they took away most of my memories. I could only remember my family's faces and the necklace I made but by the time I escaped at the age of 16 I couldn't remember who that special person was anymore.