"Akio!"

I heard my name and the sound of footsteps coming up the wooden stairs. Seconds later, my father's head appeared in the doorway. "We need more water, can you go down to the well?" he asked, but it more sounded like an command. I hastily slipped on my ragged coat; my father didn't like it when I lingered. I paused in the doorway of the kitchen. "Good morning Okkasan" I bowed respectfully. "If your father finds out your still here, you'll be in trouble" my step-mother replied bitterly, I flinched slightly; bowing again before opening the door.

After the death my mother, my father was quick to remarry. He was the chief of our village after all. My new stepmother gave birth to another baby boy called Osamu, he had brown hair and his eyes were dark blue. But he was raised to hate me, detest me. We have never talked once to each other. You see, I was the child that should have never been born.

"Hey you! Red haired boy!" a voice made me look up. It was Ken. He was stalking up to me. His eyes glittered with hatred. "What do you want?" I demanded, hoping that my voice sounded strong. He sneered, "Just making sure you know your place, you worthless scum" he spat. I narrowed my green eyes, the anger deep inside took over and before I knew it I had swung the bucket around, hitting Ken in the face. He tumbled to the ground. Blood trickled down his chin. "You'll pay for that!" And he lunged forward, punching me with a heavy blow to my head.

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I stumbled in pain as I walked back to my house. But I decided that it was best I should avoid going home for my father would surely beat me. Sitting on a flat rock, I gazed at the river that sparkled in the moonlight. It was then a thought stuck me: Why was I born? My purpose on this earth?

I soon notice the tears running down my cheeks. But one was here to see me cry.....

Crack! I spun around to see a dark shadowy figure was walking towards me. I remember my father warning me about demons that live in the area, he told me if I ever saw one....run. But for some reason I couldn't run.

"Your not him" the stranger murmured. "Who are you?" I asked. The figure cocked his head to the side, I could feel his intense stare on me.

"If your a demon, stay away" I warned dangerously. A smile appeared on the figure's face. "How interesting" the figure murmured again, suddenly, a flash blinded my vision, when I opened my eyes.

The figure was gone.