For all her life, May Windwalker had been trapped in a room. For all six years, she had been abused, because her parents were trying to find a way to use her magic.  

They wanted to make pellets that could cause severe pain from her pain side, and painkillers from her numbing side. However, to harvest magic, you need the tissue of the creature. It doesn't matter what creature is it. You need to take flesh to take magic.

May had been born with black fur. One of her eyes was red. The other was half-red and half-purple. The incomplete heterochromia wasn't enough to make her not count as a "demon" though. Her parents hated her. The only reason they had kept her was for her magic.

Without any siblings or friends, she was all alone. She didn't know there was anyone other than herself and her parents. She had taught herself to speak by listening to her parents, she had taught herself to walk by mimicking them when they left her alone, but she never knew they ever left the house, because she was always stuck in one small room with a blanket for a bed. This had happened for all her life. She never knew anything else, and she never thought she would stop feeling the pain she felt every day.

However, one day, her life was flipped by two people.

These two people would change her life.

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Okay, take 2. I decided to change the story a little and I'm gonna fix it so it's not so rushed. :p 

(By the way, she doesn't have siblings anymore. I thought about it and I was like "eh, that's actually not a good idea." So yeah.)

See ya in the next chapter!

Bye!