July 31

For some kids your family would celebrate your birthday with cake balloons and all of that stuff well not for Historia. For her eleventh birthday she .............well read for yourself.

*******************************************************************She dodges her Uncles kicks as he slashed his sword baring missing her,he may be in his 60's but he sure as hell can move.He was quick that to any normal person he would be a blur.Covered in cuts and bruise her movements were becoming slow and sloppy.

She tripped.

Crap!!!

He fell from above preparing for a "killing strike."But before he could she recovered herself and kneed him in the stomach sending him flying to the other side of the Training room.Stabbing the ground with his sword to stop himself, he coughed specks up blood dropping to the ground making her feel guilty.Getting out of her fighting stance she went to her Uncle in worry.

"Uncle are you alright?"she asked as she laid a hand in his shoulder.

Before she can react he had kicked her in the chest knocking the wind out of her sending her flying and landing painfully on her side as she gasped for air,Tears formed in the corner of her eyes.His kick was hard enough to leave a large bruise but not enough to break something.A blade was held to her throat.

"To much heart was always your mothers problem," he said with disgust,"that's what got her killed along with your stupid muggle father.I will not let you become the same way."

Pressing the blade harder to her throat drawing blood he kneed to look into her eyes.

Brown meeting Hazel.

"In a real battle Historia your emotions are irreverent. In a real battle your opponent will not fight fair he will be unpredictable taking any weakness using it against you.In a REAL battle it is LIFE AND DEATH."

He pulled away with a sneer.

"You are weak to show such emotion. Mudbloods and blood traitors alike show suck weakness not a Moon,"He looked at Historia brown eyes glinting with anger,"a Moon,for centuries,have been strong, keeping their lines pure, a Moon never hesitated to kill their opponents.Your traitor of a Mother went against those moral and created you, a taint in our line. A half-blood."

Historia stared blankly at her Uncle.

"Tch,you'll be getting a letter today from a School," he said as if it were poison,"get cleaned up and go get anything you may need and take Toff with you."

He turned away his robes bellowing behind him,"You've have improved,but not enough."

Historia just laid there still trying to find her calm her breathing,sweat falling from her forehead and muscles aching.She laughed but it turned to a painful cough.

That's the closes thing I'll ever get to a praise from that man. She thought and signed.

He's right I always wear my heart at my sleeve ,She stood body protesting , I have to control them. They do no good.Never have.

She limped to her wing the Grandfather clock rang at the strike of midnight.

"Happy Birthday to me," she said as a lone tear fell down her chin,"what a fucked up world."