Thread:B1bl1kal/@comment-24618333-20170120171955/@comment-24618333-20170124163207

As you answered this message, i just done some cleanup on Broken Bird and Man Whom Only Learned Hate, where the first two chapter and the Prologue would be like this(Note: The Second Chapter is not finished):

Prologue
My name is Crona. I don't remember when it happened. It was about the day where I met a girl whom treated like an outcast. She know she was different with others and shunned by her own home village because of it.

This is how it happened. This is how the outcast that they feared revealed a true monster among those whom shunned her....

Chapter 1: Being Different
It all started when I visited an isolated village in Massachusetts. That village was different compared to previous ones that I visited, as that place too much like village during Pilgrim age. You see, I travelled a lot since orphanage where I used to live in abandoned, perhaps since a vampire attack me and suck my blood dry before being killed himself. The orphanage owner believed I was killed by that vampire and had me buried in local cemetery near the orphanage. But he was wrong, and know little about vampires: Vampires actually not undead being unlike in legends, but rather humans whom infected by supernatural pathogen that bestowed them heightened sense, supernatural strength, speed, agility, and ability to disperse into a swarm of triangle-winged bat-like creatures and reformed at will, all of them at the costs of bloodlust where they must feed on human blood to keep that thirst from corrupt them. Most of things you know about vampire lore are nonsenses. A cross won't repel them. Sunlight won't kill them and neither will a stake to the heart(unless if you wanted them died from blood loss). But the bloodlust and garlic -- that part's true. As I said before, they need fresh human blood to survive and keep their thirst at bay. They more sensitive to smell of garlic more than normal humans, but that smell merely knocked them unconscious though.

If you wonder how vampire pathogens come to being, it was proposed that vampire pathogen came from a diseased vampire bat that tortured and experimented with dark sorcery somewhere in Transylvania to turned it into a familiar. But something went wrong, and that bat escaped and killed random humans before being destroyed itself. Although, the experiment that the bat endured caused pathogen that rendered it sick mutated that those whom bitten by it would mutated into vampires that we know today.

I think I know why they mistaken vampires as undead beings instead of mutated humans. You see, in the past, lack of medical knowledge led many people believed those whom lost consciousness as result of drained by vampires are already deceased. So, they buried vampire victims prematurely because of it, only for them later dug their way out of their graves upon their transformation into another vampires completed. Believed it or not, I learned about it when I literally experienced it myself.

I later reborn or.. rather fully transformed into a vampire when I woke up in my coffin. I didn't know what happened and I was terrified. Trust me, no sane people wished to sealed inside a coffin and buried alive. I immediately clawed myself out of my grave (literally, again), which brought the attention of nearby watchmen in process. I swiftly fix my grave in an inhuman speed and hide before he know what's going on. When I nearly bite that watchman from behind, I realized I really have become a vampire. Afterwards, I left my hometown for good and travel around the world, something i dreamed of since I was toddler.

But this is not just my story, but also about a girl named Broken Bird that I met in a village in Massachusetts. She had some sort of power, very rare, and very powerful, so rare that only a few sorcerers in the world that possessed it. At the same time however, she also cursed with it because she can't controlled it and it was the very reason why her home village feared her. She even had no one to turned to, except her father Rodman, a friend named Tommy, and later, me and the Fedora Guy.

Sadly, those villagers were ignorant with the fact that she was just like them, or me, or everyone in this world. She had hopes, she had fears, but they pushed her out of fear. Trust me, if you dare to push someone so far until they break, it would be the most horrible mistake that you ever had in your life. This however, not the only morale of this story, as there's another one: Not all people can be reasoned with, and must be dealed with one way or another. That one was about one of Broken Bird's worst tormentor, the true monster in this story.

Chapter 2: Friendship
The first time i met Broken Bird was when a group of bullies pick on her. At that time, Tommy comes for her defense, only for those bullies attempted to beat him up for it. So i decided to step in and drove them away, without have to beat them of course. I then asked them why those bullies pick them up, and he told me that the girl can do anything that everyone unable to understand, which made them scared of her. Majorities of villagers were superstitious and fearful like folks in Pilgrim age, which worsened by the fact that the village also isolated from outside world. Furthermore, Broken Bird also had no one to turned to except him, her father Rodman, and an eccentric man with fedora hat that i just named Fedora Guy, whom seemingly knew how her powers worked. That man recently come to this village after heard about Broken Bird's problems, and have convince the elder of the village to allowed him to stay and help her. Thanks to Fedora Guy, she now become better in using her powers, but is still feared by the villagers whom believed her existence to be bad omen.

It's not surprising that being different is hurt at times, as you cannot fit in due to that reason. I might be able to understand what Broken Bird has gone through, but not completely as i never being mistreated as much as her: Ever since i turned into a vampire, i was forced to hide my vampire self from anyone else. Even if i made some friends with those whom i met, i still lonely inside. I just more like a freak compared to them, at least until i met Broken Bird. Even if she knew what she was, a magus, it's not enough. She just wanted to be accepted for what she is, not treated like an abomination.

TBA