• Chapter 1

    The Misfit Boy



    Ace was a misfit. He was a half-demon who had brown hair, silver eyes. His kimono was red and white. He had inherited a sword from his dead demon father; but has not been given it yet, because his grandparents--his mom’s mom and dad—did not trust him. His grandparents were quite aged and he was now looking at his calling grandpa. “Yes, Grandpa?” “Get over here half-breed!” Ace ran over to his grandfather and looked up at him. “Yes, sir?” “Dinner is almost done. We need a gallon of milk, boy. Our cow got hydrophobia and we had to shoot her.” “Okay, grandpa. Poor ol’ Ai” His grandfather gave him a dollar bill and sent him off to get milk. Ace ran off, not watching where he was going. He was in a daze from learning that Ai had been shot for having rabies. He ran into a villager who was carrying straw to his barn. Ace fell backwards and looked up at the villager. The villager scowled at him and yelled and him. “Watch where you’re going, damn half-breed.” Ace looked down, insulted. Father, why’d you have to fall in love with mother? He wondered to himself as he got back up and he started to walk, looking down. He ran into someone else, but found his balance this time. He looked up to see the priestess looking down on him. Ace cowered and bowed to her. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Priestess M’am! Don’t shoot me!” Instead of scowling and yelling or shooting him, she simply grinned and laughed softly. She kneeled in front of him, putting a hand on his head. “It’s okay, Ace.” Ace looked up and blinked, shocked. “Are… Are you sure?” She nodded. “You’re okay, Ace. Don’t worry about it. I knew your father. He was a really nice guy. He made sure I had no grudges against his family before he died.” “Oh… so… you were friends with my father?” “I am friends with your father. He lives within you, Ace. Anyone can tell that. You have his kindness and innocence.” “Yeah… but… I am a half-demon… no one likes half-demons… Moreover, no one likes demons except you that I know of… I’m a misfit…” “You’re not in my eyes, Ace.” Ace looked at the money in his hand, realized he had forgotten about the milk, and ran off, yelling toward the priestess. “I have to go, grandpa is waiting on me!” She waved goodbye as he disappeared toward the village.