“Hawk, hurry your butt up! Mom’s making strawberry desserts! And I want to help before you eat all the berries.” Thunder yelled. She was a young girl of the age of eight, with midnight black hair and blood red eyes. Hawk, her twin brother, was the same as Thunder, in many ways. The twins had black hair with red eyes, as part elf, part skinchanger, and part dragon. They got the part dragon because one of their great-great-great-great-grandfathers was a dragon.
Thunder lived on a farm with horses, cows, sheep, and strawberry, blackberry, and apple plants to sell.
Thunder was always different. She remembers when she tried to play with the other kids in the nearby village. She remembers how they made fun of her, and how she was different and
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I won’t forget,” yelled Thunder running out the door, with the list, of course.
Thunder walked through the village, weaving her way through the people. Last time she was here, she almost was mugged by some of the new kids. After she got everything on the list, she made her way to the village playground. Maybe she would find some friends this time.
“Hey, look! Cross-breed’s back! We wondered where you were.” Thunder turned, but not before she changed her eyes to the color brown.
“Mickul. I wondered where you were too.” snapped Thunder with a scowl.
“What’s in the pack, cross-breed. Ooh! Is it a baby blanket that you are going to snuggle with?” teased Mickul.
“No. Actually, it’s my new sword, along with my food for lunch, raw meat. But you wouldn’t want what else I have, oh no you wouldn’t.” Thunder smiled slyly. Just try me, Mickul. I am ready and this time I am going to whip your sorry little butt, right out of the village.
Mickul walked up to her and tried to take her pack. But Thunder stepped out of his way, making him trip, causing her to laugh.
“You think that was fun you little, impurity?”
Thunder snapped. She grabbed Mickul by the back of his shirt, and with her eyes glowing red, growling as she asked him, “What did you call me, you
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Thunder slammed him on the ground, and whispering in his ear, said, “Next time before you pick on someone who has skinchanger, elf and dragon blood racing through their veins, you should use that head that your mummy gave you. And count yourself lucky that my twin brother Hawk wasn’t here.”
“Thunder, I think he is lucky not to be dead.”
Thunder dropped the whimpering Mickul, who ran as fast as his legs could carry him, as her father came into sight.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, right?”
“No, you shouldn’t have, but I am surprised you held yourself back that well.” Her father was a skinchanger and he provided most of the meat and protection for the village. Without him, The village wouldn’t have been standing as it was then.
“Do you have my sword, my little poison berry?” asked Brok.
“Da-ad! Really? Yeah. I said it was my new sword to try and scare him so I wouldn’t have to fight.” Thunder said playfully, handing her father the weapon.
That night at the table, Brok told Aria and Hawk what Thunder