On a particularly sunny afternoon, Zellier, at the tender age of four, found herself on a lush, emerald-green hillside overlooking a serene lake. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of wildflowers and the gentle hum of bees buzzing between them. As she skipped merrily across the rolling hillside, her dress fluttering in the warm breeze, she could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, and a contented smile spread across her face. She knew she was on her way to a very special place: a picnic with her favorite people in the whole world.
Uncle Austin, Aunt Mier, her sister Yukina, and her cousin Milly were already there, setting up a sprawling blanket of crimson and gold beneath a towering oak tree. They greeted her with excited squeals and giggles, enveloping her in a swirl of laughter and love. Zellier could feel the happiness radiating from them, and it made her heart swell with joy.
As they spread out a sumptuous feast of freshly baked bread, ripe fruit, salty cheese, and sweet, sticky treats, the adults began to talk about all the wonderful things they had planned for the day. There would be games of tag and hide-and-seek among the trees, races across the meadow, and maybe even a bit of fishing in the cool, clear lake. Zellier listened intently, her eyes shining with anticipation.
"That's right, Zellier," Aunt Mier said, looking at her with a twinkle in her eye, "we have a special surprise just for you." Zellier's curiosity was piqued, and she leaned in eagerly. "We've brought along a kite we found at the market yesterday. It's a beautiful one, just perfect for flying on a day like today." Zellier's face lit up like a candle in the dark, and she clapped her hands with delight. "Yay!, thank you, Aunt Mier! I can't wait to fly it!" she answered.
As they all gathered around the kite, Uncle Austin carefully unfolded it from its soft leather case. It was a brilliant blue with swirling patterns of gold and white, and it seemed to glow in the sunlight. Zellier's heart soared at the sight of it. She reached out tentatively, her small fingers brushing against the delicate fabric, feeling the weight of it in her hands. "It's so beautiful," she said.
Uncle Austin smiled down at her. "Are you ready to give it a try?" Zellier nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with determination. With everyone's help, they unfurled the kite and tied it to a nearby tree. Zellier took the string in her small hands and stepped back, feeling the wind tug at the kite's tail. She raised her arms, the kite lifting effortlessly into the air above her.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as she watched her kite dance across the sky, the sunlight reflecting off its vibrant colors. It was a memory that would stay with her forever, etched into her heart like a precious jewel. And as they spent the rest of the day laughing, playing, and exploring together, she knew that this picnic was not just any ordinary day. It was an unforgettable memory, shared with the people she loved most in the world.
As the afternoon wore on, they wandered farther afield, discovering hidden trails through the woods and picnicking beside a babbling brook. Zellier and Milly raced each other to gather the most colorful rocks, laughing as they tripped over tree roots and tumbled into puddles. Yukina and Aunt Mier sat on a nearby log, sharing secrets and giggling like schoolgirls, while Uncle Austin attempted to teach Zellier how to cast a fishing line. They all took turns holding the kite, feeling its gentle tug as it soared higher and higher, a symbol of their bond and the endless possibilities of their shared adventures.
As the sun began to sink low in the sky, casting long shadows across the landscape, they gathered up their belongings and made their way back to the picnic blanket. Zellier was already scheming about where they should have their next adventure, dreaming of new kites and faraway places they could explore together. But for now, she was content to sit beside her loved ones, the warmth of the day fading into twilight and the memory of her kite dancing across the sky forever etched into her heart.
As she remembered her unforgettable memory with her Daddy Austin she knew that it will never happen again as she saw her Daddy Austin dying in front of her. She quickly went to him and hugged her Daddy Austin's dead body. She cried helplessly as she couldn't do anything and as it was her fault that her Daddy Austin died. As she tried to accept her fate to die she suddenly remembered her Daddy Austin's dying words to survive and protect herself no matter what! As she remembered it she felt a strong urge to survive no matter what it takes as she felt that. She suddenly felt an immense pain in her chest and eyes. She felt as if her heart was being torn apart and her eyes felt like it was being pulled out. Her eyes bleeded while she felt an intense pain radiating through her entire body. As she was about to faint she suddenly remembered in the book she read before that her situation right now is her awakening Cursed Blood Form as she remembered it she also read before if she lost her consciousness while awakening she will immediately die as she remembered it. She did her best not to lose her consciousness as she took the dagger lying in the floor that one of the assassins used before he got killed by her Daddy Austin. She used the dagger and stabbed her arm to make sure she would not lose her consciousness. After the immense pain subsided her appearance started to change, Her Black hair slowly changed into a Red colored hair that resembles the color of blood, Her obsidian eyes slowly changed into a crimson eye that when you glance at it you will feel an immense fear and intimidation as it was telling you that your death has come. Her right side of the face suddenly got a strange mark, a mark that only when awakened and in the Cursed Blood Form would show.
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As Zellier's appearance changed she also felt that a strong power was flowing into her body. As she could smell the strong coppery scent of blood in the air, a smell that was all too familiar to her. The smell of death and violence filled the air, and it reminded her of the servants and her father's death. Despite the sadness and horror of the situation, she found comfort in the smell of blood, as it symbolized her newfound strength. The smell of blood made her smile as she looked at the assassins.
The eight assassins saw her sudden change of appearance and they felt that it was a grave mistake to let her live for a few more minutes as she had awakened. While the assassins thought that Zellier suddenly spoke;
Zellier: "I WILL KILL YOU ALL AND OFFER YOUR BLOOD'S TO MY DADDY HAHAHA" *she said in a sinister voice while laughing like a villain. Zellier's way of thinking has changed as the effect was caused by her awakening.
Assassins: Don't get too full of yourself! Even if you have awakened you will not be able to defeat us! *he said in a loud confident voice
Zellier charged forward, dagger in hand as the eight assassins drew their swords. In a flurry of movement, Zllier dodged the swings of the swords, striking out with her dagger. Despite their numbers, the assassins were no match for Zellier's newfound strength. She managed to kill them all in a matter of minutes, each death more torturous than the last. Zellier's face was twisted into a sinister smile as she watched them die. When the battle was over, Zellier stood victorious, her body covered in the blood of the eight assassins.
Zellier was full of thought after killing the eight assassins that killed her Daddy but she knew that there are still hundreds of assassins remaining still alive and killing the servants of the safe house. She suddenly told herself that she would kill all the remaining hundreds of assassins that are still inside the safe house. She will not rest until they are all dead. Her hate and anger for them are boiling and she can't control it. Her eyes are full of anger and determination.
Zellier has started killing all the assassins that are left in the safe house. She started with those who were guarding the entrance and then moved on to the servants' quarters and other rooms where she found assassins. She was merciless, her dagger dancing through the air like a deadly ballerina, leaving a trail of blood and bodies in her wake. Her movements were swift and precise, each death more brutal than the last. As she made her way, Zellier began to fantasize about all the ways she could kill the assassins. She imagined their screams of pain, their pleas for mercy, and her own cold, cruel laughter as she watched them suffer. Her anger fueled her, giving her strength beyond measure. The thought of avenging her father's death drove her forward, relentless and unforgiving. She did not stop until every last assassin lay dead at her feet. The once bustling safe house was now a silent tomb, the air thick with the stench of death and the cries of the dying. Zellier stood in the center of it all, her chest heaving, her dagger dripping with blood. Every time she killed the assassins she smiled and felt a strong sense of satisfaction.
As the last of the assassins fell, Zellier dropped her dagger to the floor, her body shaking with the exertion and the adrenaline rush. She looked around the room, taking in the carnage she had wrought. A single tear trickled down her cheek as she thought of her father, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, hard resolve. There was no time to rest. She knew that the leader of the assassins would not let this go unpunished. He would send more, and they would be even more dangerous and determined than the ones she had just killed. Zellier had to be ready. She knew that the only way to stay ahead of the assassins was to keep training, honing her skills, and becoming stronger and faster. She had to be vigilant and prepared for whatever the assassins threw her way. If she failed, her Daddy Austin's death would be in vain and she would not be able to protect those she loved.
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