Full moon. Midnight. In a mansion of the demons house hold. My mother,was a working woman. Being the head of our family manor and 'business' was tough. So she didn't really have time to give birth to me... okay I know that sounds strange but its true. She barley spent an hour giving birth to me.. She believed that women screaming,and crying during birth was a sign of pure weakness. So she didn't even make a sound. She just let out a grunt and boom. I was born. Sadly my father was there, i know that i should have been glad he was there but, I'm not.It's just... he didn't want to be there. Also he didn't want another girl. There were my two older sisters before me. I was the baby as of right now. Well until my baby brother was born 14 years from now. But back to my birth. As I was pushed out of my mother I was in a ball of bright red flames. I also wasn't breathing, nor crying. The small witch, a.k.a maid of my family's manor screeched as she tried to wrap me in a blanket. Although my fire was so strong it burned everything I touched, including the witches hands. Her hands were blistering as she panicked to find a place to set me down. That's when my father stepped in and said the quote that will forever live on in my life. "The power of her fire will explode the world below" and from that day on the pain which called my life began.
