Ordinary. One word the locals of the world Cyclopara hate. I mean, it's not a bad word, but they just are anything but ordinary. Take me, Vladimir Chaunci, a son of a demon, I look nothing like my father, his skin is red and mine is white, which he says is my mother's gene. I consider myself a demon, even though I may not look like my father, I look more like mom, or so I'm told, I've never met the woman due to her dying before I was able to remember things.
Today seemed ordi---normal. I mean, the sun was shining and scorching my skin as I stood watch on the eastern border of the town. I usually did this as a day job, it earned some money to watch for trouble makers like the Blue brotherhood, who love causing panic with their executions. But, that's not what caught my eye. It was a pale girl stumbling straight towards me. She went to collapse, but I caught her just in time, blood seeping from a wound on her stomach, for her shirt was tattered enough to see the wound.
"Captain!" I shouted as he jumped off the watchtower and came running over to me.
Captain James, as we all called him, was a tall and slender man who wore a brown tunic and tattered pants, he never seemed to like popular clothes and stuck to the plain that he currently wore.
"Vladimir! Where did she come from?" Captain asked.
"I just noticed her stumbling out of nowhere to me." I answered as he checked her pulse.
"She's still alive. Better take her to your dad, he is the Thrush and knows what to do when someone is hurt." Captain stated as I scooped up the girl.
Yes, Dad was the Thrush, or leader, of the village known as 'Quarteg'. He was seriously skilled in his healing powers and knowledge.
"Dad!" I called as another guard opened the door I carried the girl through.
"Vladimir, what is it?" My father, Quazone, asked as he was clearly busy.
My father was tall and buff, his red skin looked darker around his veins that rippled from his muscles. He had brown eyes and black hair that shined under the candle light of his dark room. He wore a black robe to cover his black shirt and pants.
"It's a girl, dad, she came stumbling to me. She's bleeding badly." I stated as he turned, concern written all over his face.
"Lay her over here." Dad demanded as he pointed to his brown leather couch in his office.
Obeying, I laid her on the couch as Dad began examining her stomach wound.
"She's obviously been scratched, looks like it's from a Donz Tiger." Dad stated as I nodded, he was showing me the wound so I could learn as well the ways of Demon healing.
"What do we do?" I asked as Dad stood up.
"Keep her here if she wakes up, that wound won't heal itself." Dad demanded as I nodded in response.
As Dad left the room, I observed the girl's facial features, for she scared me for me to actually concentrate on that stuff.
She had pretty blonde hair, that was all tangled up in knots and blood. Her skin was a pale white, a little bit darker than milk. The thing I found that stood out was on her neck, it was a small rose looking tattoo, which was a popular tattoo for girls around my age, sixteen.
She began to groan as if she was waking up and in a lot of pain, so I freaked.
"Easy, you're safe from the Donz Tiger." Was all I could say as she opened up her eyes, her sapphire blue eyes.
"Where am I?" She asked, she seemed so chill that she was safe, or so I thought.
"The village of Quarteng, part of the Ripzel kingdom." I explained as she raised an eyebrow.
"What's a Quarteng? What's a Ripzel?" She asked, and then something dawned on me.
The girl had amnesia from the Donz Tiger's venom that seeps from their nails. This was going to be interesting.
"Who are you? Who am I?" She asked as I shrugged.
"You didn't have a wallet on you or purse so I don't know who you are. As for me, my name is Vladimir Chaunci. I'm the son of Quazone, he's the Thrush, or leader, of our village." I explained as she squeaked, a result of the venom getting worse.
"So tired." She stated as I freaked, falling asleep could mean death.
"Hang in there, Rose, my dad will be back soon." I told her as she cocked her head to the side.
"Rose?" She asked, her voice was squeaky.
"That's what I'm going to call you for now until we learn your real name." I explained as she sighed, her body was going to need a lot of antidote.
"Okay." She responded as I sat her up, blood still seeping from her wound.
Then Dad came back in.