Lila’s POV (her telling her story to Meruem)

It happened when I was six years old. The other children use to play with us, even though we were half. They did not mind and did not judge us for our human lineage. The only tribe I could remember where the Black Eagle Tribe and the Red Tiger Tribe.

The Eagle Tribe looked at us with clear disdain but nothing more, the Red Tiger Tribe however were always trying to harm us. They created plot after plot designed to endanger me and my brother’s life, but still the tribe decided to protect us and my father was especially worried so he set guards to protect if we were endanger.

Time went on, me and my brother got used to the hateful stares by the other tribes, especially by the Red Tiger Tribe. Back then, I didn’t really know why they hated us but according to my father, it was because of our human lineage.

The humans back then were relentless in pursuing and enslaving our people but they were especially focus on hunting down the Red Tiger Tribe to enslave their men and women, especially their women.

Their cat like features were a favourite among the humans, especially in the Red District were pleasure of the flesh occurred. They were highly sought for.

Due to the enslavement of their people, the Red Tribe Clan hate for the humans, grew and grew.

I guess I don’t blame them. They might have been blinded by hate but still our dear mother did not do anything wrong.

She loved all the beast tribes and did not hold the hatred they display towards her against them. My mother was a healer and she still tried to help them when they get injuries despite them pushing her away. 

Some opened up to her relentless kindness and some didn’t. But the Red Tiger Tribe were not please with her antics and they concluded that her action must be a ploy to get them to trust her and then at the last second betray the whole beast clan once we let their guard down.

Later that night, the whole Red Tiger Tribe attacked our Silver Caith Tribe in the dead of the night. Unaware by the surprise attack, many died. Including my dear mother, she died protecting us.

After that night, I couldn’t bring myself to be happy again. I was always on guard, I knew I have to become strong, strong enough to not worry my family and even help my father and brother. My father led us despite the grief he felt losing the love of his life.

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After travelling for months away from the place where the massacre happened, we arrived here, in the Ever Green Forest. 

I think the tribe members blame my father, mother and us for what happened that night. Even though they knew it wasn’t our fault, that didn’t stop the hate to take root in their hearts.

The other kids slowly started hating us. My brother would always try to protect me and get heavily beaten because of it by the other much bigger kids. My father was the chief so he couldn’t do anything about our situation. He was the Chief of the tribe, he couldn’t allow himself to show favouritism towards us just because he was our father.

So my brother from then on, train hard He spent every waking moment training and trying to get as strong to help the village and change their way of thinking and how they treat us. He wanted for me and himself to feel belonged, for them to accept us, as part of the village.

To be honest Meruem I mostly observe your actions and movement in the village because I was very wary of you, of course part of it because you intrigue me and your peculiar ability to nullify my mind reading ability but during those times that I watched you stroll around the village, your attitude never change. 

You still had the same look, eyes full of curiosity and amazement. And during those times I wonder what you were so amaze by but I realise you were always looking at us. 

Even though some people look at you with clear disgust or with hate, you never got angry or let it get you down, in fact it feels as if you somehow understand the hatred their harbouring. I never could understand, I wasn’t there when it all happened. 

Why all this hate?

Why did the war start?

For what reason?

From then on, I have decided to seal my voice and my emotion. I didn’t want to get hurt anymore, but you just had to come long Meruem. 

For the first time since then, you made me feel something.

I’m glad I met you.