Chapter 3- Growing Up

It has been four years living in the orphanage or rather living in and out of the orphanage.

Turns out being a cute girl does wonders when it gets to being chosen for adoption but changes nothing when you give too much trouble to your gaurdians and they keep sending you back.

I have been adopted a full 13 times in four years, an achievement in my humble opinion but I digress. Even the orphanage is getting troubled by me and is on the verge of kicking me out too. Only holding out so far because of the goodness of whatever NGO runs this place and also because of the original donation made for me.

The orphanage didn't mistreat me and even the children were quite nice to me except for a few dipshits that I put in place after enduring foe a long time. After that incident no one gave me anymore trouble but started avoiding me more.

I can honestly understand why people get a bit creeper by me and also why I was getting kicked out repeatedly.

I am definitely getting abandonment issues.

Anyway strange things kept happening to and around me. I wouldn't be surprised if on my eleventh birthday Hagrid stomped into my room and said, "Yer a wizard, Skye."

I could see in the dark and I am told that sometimes my eyes shine in the darkness, once I myself got creeper out but then just found it cool and ignored it thereafter.

Ever since I turned four whenever I fall asleep I find my self in a dull world of different shades of black and grey.

It was here I found a woman who looked like an older version of me who I called mother on my first meeting which was swiftly denied.

————Flashback————

II found myself in a dull world in all the shades of black and nothing else. Somehow the objects here had some sort of red or blue or purple outline which was quite disconcerting.

A voice from behind me spoke up starling me, "So you are to be my inheritor", the voice said not ad a question but in affirmation.

I turned around to see what would basically be an older version of me.

The was extremely beautiful which gave me quite a bit of rise in vanity since she looked like me or rather I looked like her.

She has long purple hair and red eyes, and wears a full-body outfit that highlights her curvaceous body, with metallic shoulder pads.

In her hands she carries a blood red spear that seemed to sing of death.

Looking carefully at the woman in front of me, thinking of the possibilities and similarities in looks with the exceptions of hair and eye color I come to a conclusion.

"Mother..."

"No", she said rather forcefully with a stiff smile, "I am not your mother though I can see how you came to that conclusion. I am an imprint of the conscious of what you inherited from me."

I was further confused by the strange woman in front of me, "Inheritor...? When did that happen?"

She had an exasperated look on her face.

"It happened when you were first introduced into this world. Anyway I am not letting you waste my- your potential and we are going to start training. Every time you fall asleep you will come here and I will train you."

I naturally refused but she said that if I want to survive in this world I will have to learn.

I didn't believe her so she just threw me into one of the shadowy forest.

Just before she threw me in she said to me, "I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Scathach, Queen of the Land of Shadows, Witch of Dún Scáith, Lord of Spirits. My name means The Shadowy One. Tour name given to you in greek is σκιά or skiá which means shadow and it is ironic because your English name is the same as where this Land of Shadows is located. The Isles of Skye is the name and it fits perfectly. I will wait, after all I have time till you can take on my powers."

"I will teach you every thing I know and want just one favor at the end of this."

With that she bodily threw me into the forest where creatures of shadow emerged and rushed me. I tried to fight back failing miserably until Scathach got bored and killed the shadow monsters.

She picked me by the scruff of her neck and stared into my eyes, "This is the first and last time I save you. Death doesn't exist in this realm so you won't die but you sure as he'll don't want to be torn apart so you will train with me.

I shakily nodded my head. Even though I was scared for some reason when I was fighting for my life along with fear what I felt was exhilaration and freedom.

From what vague memories I can remember I was a thrill seeker and participated in various extreme and dangerous sports but fighting to the death should not make me exited.

'Is it because of her?' I thought looking at the incredibly damage yet beautiful women walking at my side.

————Flashback End————

Since then every time I asleep whenever I sleep I go to that godawful realm where I am trained and taught in the art of combat and war. I am also taught how to manipulate the energy inside my body and to raise and improve my spirit alongside my concentration by meditation and through practical applications of said energy by manipulating darkness and shadow. I also learnt partial control over some kind of magical energy that is everpresent in the world. This magic is mainly illusion and mind based.

Every time I get up I sweat and shake due to my training which understably freaks anyone who sees me in that state.

My body is also somehow trained in my sleep but Scathach forces me to do my own training. She is really harsh with my training.

Apparently her inheritor must atleast be able to defeat gods before she reaches her teenage years. Bullshit! Even in various mythology that hasn't happened.

I should know. I started reading up ever since I found out. Also reading has become harder for me as the words seem to change and fly off the pages. When I brought this up to Scathach all she said that I must concentrate harder.

Still even with all her strictness I have grown attached to Scathach, as the only person I can speak too without reservations she is very important to me. Having slightly similar activities helps a bit too.