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when i was 4 years old i was sick with the worst fever known to man kind as my father got days off work to go get stuff from the market my mother spent her time collecting herbs from the garden i couldn't understand why they didn't get me a doctor they should have known that i wouldn't survive for much longer but one day my father come and got me from my room he took to the lounge and told me that it was time i learnt what i really was at first i was confused but i watched my parents as my father started a fire it felt so warm to nice but the flames were blue and when i touched them they werent hot they were cold it didnt make sense to me my mother had a large pot and started out stuff in it i could hear my parents chanting i dont know what but every now and then i could feel them watching me as the smoke filled the room it felt so nice i opened my mouth and inhaled the fumes the taste watered on my tongue i actually felt better then all of a sudden the front door flew open the smoke drifted out there they were 3 men the last 3 men from Hidden Oak Church the Church that still hunted witches i didnt undertsand what my parents were doing until they came in my parents were performing witchcreft and they wanted me to join them i felt sick to my stomach i couldn't beleive that my parents would do this i was so confused one of the men grabbed me by the wrist dragging me out as the others burned my home along with my parents i was scared that they would make and example out of me i didnt want to die but then again who did
"father Cottonwick what do you think your doing why did you save that thing" one of the men hissed at the guy that had saved me
"now listen to me father Von Shan he's just a child he doesnt know that much we can help to teach him keep him away frm all this maddness" Father Cottonwick said i was glad he aknowledged me as another person and not some filthy creature i clung to his arm hoping he would stay to his word and help me
"perhaps you are right Father Cottonwick but i will not have that boy ruining our reputation if he speaks about what has happened tonight the peoplpe will want us dead" it was the third man that spoke this time i realised then that he must have been in charge he looked fairly old his hair was greying on the sides
"of course Father Hackerson i will take full responibilty for the boy i promise you that" Father Cottonwick
they didnt say anything else just started walking i followed behind the one named Cottonwick not sure of where we were going or what was installed for me all i know is that i was allowed to live for now at least.

(9 YEARS LATER)
"Roo hurry up its a sunday we have church and we of all people can't be late" Father Cottonwick
"coming Father!" Roo
as we hurried to the church i thought about what had happebed in the last 9 years besides finding out that my parents were involved in witchcraft and being adopted by Fathe Christopher Cottonwick IV and the burning of the cross on the palm of my left hand and making friends with Steve Von Shan who was my age most i guess the one thing i could never forget is that my powers had come to life and now i had to try even harder to hide them and who i really was only a few people know the truth though. but since my powers come around ive been having trouble controlling them but thats not what frightens me whats got me scared is the people that were hunting me down they killed Father Hackerson a few years ago we didnt tell anyone of how he really died just said it was his time.
"Hey Roo what you thinking about" Steve whispered in my ear as the church started
"The past" i mumbled
"oh yeah it hasnt been easy has it" Steve gave me smile that said you'll get thorught it no worries
"yeah i guess it hasnt" i smiled back but i had no emotion in my smile it was just blank
"boys be quite and behave yoruselves if you'de please" Father whispered to us in a harsh tone
"sorry" steve said and stared to the front where his father stood on the platform reading from the bible
"sorry father" i whispered
it felt so odd in the church it was like it was on fire but i felt so cold liek the blue fire i closed my eyes and everything went blank darker then the night
"Roo! ROO!" i could here Father call me
"Roo! Rhubard Craft wake up come on boy dnt you dear die on me" he yelled so loudly it hurt my ears
"Rhubard no no dont you- you cant" he didnt finish his sentence but i could hear his crying and tears rolled down my checks they werent mine though they were his. Was i dead?