Preface

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The cold metal made the skin on my pale hand shiver as dark red blood ran from the gun. Shang always said that the chill was because the weapon took hostage of  a part of your soul, unless the weapon was used for something like love or defense—-something worthy. Apparently it was part of some natural law that each weapon holds, as if it had feelings...

My fresh green eyes stare into the pitiful black eyes in front of me. A man. Probably around age 40 was cuffed to a brown wooden chair in front of me. For the past two weeks I have been searching for this guy like crazy trying to find a key.

I know what your thinking, "are you crazy, women? Your chasing a dangerous man from a mafia gang for a goddamn key!?"

I know, I know, it sounds crazy. Ridiculous even. But this isn't some ordinary key. It's a key back home. Back to my world.

You see, 67000 years ago a red dragon was born from sun rays, it was called the "great dragon" since after it was born it used its powerful flames and created multiple universes, along with seasons which today we recognize it as summer, spring, autumn, and winter. After 20 years of traveling from world to world the Great Dragon choose one of the worlds to rest in—-Dracovia——my home.

16 years ago there was a war in Dracovia. A very distasteful war. You see, Dracovia was home to very powerful people since the Great dragon's power source is somewhere there.

So out of power hunger, three sisters——three witches came together to destroy my world to take away the power and use it for there own selfish needs.

So...my parents just like many others made a portal to planet Earth and threw their children in hopes that they will survive. 

We each came with a key, but I lost mine when I was fighting, you see I ended up landing into a mafia

family.

And I was there secret weapon.  Because I was different—special.

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But I can't just rush to there now, can I? I need you to understand me. Because no one does. I don't seem to remember Dracovia because I was sent to Earth the day I was born.  So, let me go over some things of my past before you start judging me of my—few mistakes...

So let's start from the beginning, shall we? 

My name is Selina Celeste Alexstrasza

I am the daughter of Elenor Alexstrasza and Kyro Alexstrasza . I am the first child. I blame myself for many things, that happened in my parents' life. In my own life. Not because I seek attention, because I am the reason. It is my fault . I feel guilty. Of my mistakes. Of myself. I am guilty.

But my foster parents are Jake and Mary Williams, I know it sounds like some rich white family that is all about tea and manners, but names can be deceiving.

Childhood-

Growing up, I was alone. I never truly had anyone. I was friendless. Hated. Alone. Of course I didn't realize it then. I fought the thought. I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to believe I was happy. I wanted to be strong. Not weak. I tried. I swear I did. But, I guess not hard enough. I'm sorry.

Since I was four I met a girl. Not just any girl, a girl who I looked to as my own sister. Someone I loved and trusted. Her name is Crystal Winter's . I wanted to believe we were friends. But, I never gotten the chance to have an actual friend. I didn't realize she just uses me. I didn't see through the pain. I wanted to believe- I so desperately wanted to believe we were friends. Every bone in my body-every nerve wanted to believe we were friends-sisters.

I did. I wanted too. When we're young she copied my every step. If I wore a blue dress, so would she. If I tried my hair with a green clip, so would she. If I ate beef instead of chicken, so would she. If I drank hot water instead of cold, so would she. You get the point. Every single detail, she copied. Never left one out. I held her hand when she was scared. I

didn't realize she never did the same to me.

On my sixth birthday, was the first time she ever got physical. It happened at the orphan manor where I was sent too. After all, that is where we met. Her mother owned the orphanage.

She used to come with her mother often, we met because the caretakers complained about me to her mother, I guess her mother just thought I was just being a nuisance for attention.

So, she offered her daughter to go and see what my problem is. At that time I didn't realize my ability to read ones true intentions, so I became her friend slowly...

That night on my sixth birthday was completely unexpected. You see, she gave me a birthday present, I'm guessing her mom purchased it, I don't think she saw it. Anyway, she urged me to unwrap it. So I did.

Then she saw that the gift-doll clothes. It was pretty. It was a pretty set of clothes. She wanted them, to keep. I made a mistake and questioned her. I didn't understand that I was supposed to return the present back as soon as I opened it. I said thank you. Another mistake.

And my reaction upset her, so she punched me on my soft six-year-old face. She pulled my hair and digged her sharp nails in my scalp and banged my small head against a book shelf. I bled. I was bleeding from my mouth and scalp. She knocked my teeth out. I cried in pain and disbelief. I have never treated her like this before, and she didn't even hesitate. Sparks of my blood splattered on the floor.

I cried. In a very long time I cried, I didn't hide it. I couldn't. So, I cried. She wrapped her hand around my lips, she changed the shape of her eyes and demanded me to stop. To suck it up.

But, I couldn't stop. I tried. I really did. But I couldn't . My mother heard my cries. She tried to get to me but my room was locked. Crystal locked it. She kept hitting me. She knew where we kept the keys to my room, so she hid it. It was as if she plotted to kill me that night. But to her surprise, one of the caretakers had a spare key.

The kind lady, Lydia got to me, she saw me and gave me a ice pack. She yelled at Crystal In anger. Crystal was a good actress. I don't exactly recall how. But she managed to make it seem I attacked her, and she was trying to protect herself. Lydia didn't believe her.

And I will tell you how..

Lydia was different, like me. She always always able to know when something bad was going to happen, so that night she was around my assigned room, just to clear out her assumptions.

She heard my screaming, and crying so she barged in as fast as she could—

      So she knew Crystal lied. Crystal's  mother obviously believed Crystal . So she dismissed Crystal and her mother.  It only took them a few days to crawl right back to me at the orphanage, but little did they know I was long sent to the hospital.

I wish I just stopped being friends with her, when we both discovered my power.

It was a cold night, with a crimson moon shine its brightest, I was playing tag with a boy, Damon. He wasn't so bad, he was sweet and caring. I think I might've had feelings for him because my stomach twisted a certain way when I caught him speaking to another girl.

Melissa Brown.

She was so rude and imprudent, even though she herself was an orphan she would boss around the orphans who were scared and just desperately waiting to get noticed.

She had a crush on Damon for a while. He was a little older than the rest of us, like 3 years older. But he was just so handsome and sweet.

He had these captivating ocean eyes that can pull anyone out of their nightmares. He was tall and slim, and his skin always sparkled against the sunlight, he was like an Edward Cullen-but better.

So anyway, there was this one day I caught them laughing together under an Apple tree, I honestly don't know what happened, I swear I didn't.

But there was this inner voice calling me from the inside, " Kill! Kill! Kill!"

I wasn't thinking straight, and I just starting running across the field towards the Apple tree- my heart racing nonstop.

I heard Crystal calling out after me, " Hey! Hey! Sel! Seli! SELINA!"

But, I was unable to stop, out of nowhere angry fire dictated the whole field crumbling the apple tree, my eyes lit up in flames, and right out of my small broken heart came a huge crimson red dragon, it was as it felt my unbearable pain; scales hot as fire that blazes bright as an ever flickering flame.

Eyes that turn skin into nothing more than a pointless statue, claws able to lacerate even the sturdiest to mere ribbons of flesh and bone, blood so black that night held an intense radiance that could blind your eyes for an eternity. With her tongue she could smell your dread and taste your worst fears. She holds a wisdom like no other, yet expresses a toxic greed-an urge to exterminate the pain of its master—me.

This beast has always been trapped within my very own heart , now he was destroying the orphanage and the town.

Screams of fear striked everywhere, but I didn't feel bad, I felt happy. I felt better. I don't exactly remember what happened then, but all I know that was the last day I saw Damon. And when I woke up, I was chained ***** on to the wall of my room, covered in nothing more than ice, with an arrow traced with ancient letters onto my heart.

After that, Crystal urged me to kill her bullies at school, she would show me how abusive they were, so I did kill them, when the time of the kill comes, my dragon acts on her own, I don't say anything, she just understands.

It took me 2 years to understand, that I was being used, and it wasn't for a good cause. The fascination that Crystal had with my powers wasn't healthy.

So, since my 6th birthday I was just alone. It was just me, the moon and my dragon.

I've always been pathetic. Useless. A nuisance. A cold-blooded murder. Stupid. I was a nightmare in my own fears forged from nothing more than loneliness and pain.

Until May Second.

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