A Child Turned Into A Soldier

Chapter 11: Memories

POV: Azrail (Backstory)

I had always wondered what decisions I've made in my past led me to where I am now. It truly is mind blowing when you think about it, a single turn on a wrong street and suddenly your life can be flipped upside down.

I have lived quite an awful life in my opinion. Life had always been hard on me, but some parts were way worse than the others.

I was born in Volestia, which is one of the five nations given the title of Human Superpower. These five nations are the powerhouses in the human domain, not a single country within the human domain can come close to their overall might.

Although I was born into such a nation that could be said to be the best, hard times still fell upon me.

I was born on November 15th in the year 1988. Fall was coming to an end and winter would be coming in, I always believed this was the reason why I loved the cold so much compared to the heat.

My family only consisted of my mother and I, though even calling us a family would be a joke. The only thing that made us family was simply our blood, nothing more.

Isabella Diggory was the name my mother had, a woman who had grey hair naturally alongside her pure crystal clear blue eyes. She had sharp facial features that gave her a dignified face along with her athletic body standing about 5 feet and 6 inches tall.

Truly in terms of looks she was top class. I received her sharp facial features giving me a scary looking face even when I was a kid and I believe my short height comes from her as well.

My father was not nowhere to be found when I was growing up with her, so my mother was the only one to take care of me.

I did not remember the first three years of my life, my memories started to come in when I turned four years old. This was also the age I started to become self-aware and became more mature than most kids my age.

I remember this stage of my life quite vividly, because when I turned four the relationship with my mother became a toxic one.

Children usually start schooling around the age of five, so my mother decided to personally teach me before school started.

She was very strict when it came to her study sessions, she would also cram information into my head about multiple fields every single day. I did not mind this though because I loved to learn and observe things, so her teaching style was welcomed.

When it came to taking tests on what she taught though is when problems started to arise.

Although I learned at a fast pace and could understand them that did not mean I was a genius in all fields. My worst being the human language, for some odd reason I was bad at comprehending it, this led to my communication skills being quite bad.

My mother on the other hand did not like it when she had to take extra time on any subject, she was a busy woman, so this caused frustration to settle in.

Arguments would break out constantly, I would sit in the study room with her simply yelling at me for hours. I would just listen to it for the most part letting my anger build up then simply explode not being able to take it anymore.

This caused her to simply buy many books and left me to study alone in the room all day. The room itself was big though with the left side being like a small library and the right side being a gym with weight equipment.

I would decide to sleep in this room and engross myself with training and learning. Learning mana and Ki at a young age was also normal, most kids would simply build their own foundation while they are young.

Although I would be bettering myself with these things, my mental state was getting worse and worse. My mother and I almost never talked, only when dinner was ready would she call me down to get my food then send me back upstairs.

It was like every time she looked at me it would piss her off, at the time I didn't know why so I just hated her more, but now is different. It was probably because I looked and acted similar to my father.

Although I've never meant the man, I have met people with the same situation as me and them telling me that was the case.

When founding this out I understood why my mother acted the way she did, although that doesn't make up for her being a bad parent. It did however give me hope for us getting closer in the future, if I ever made it back to see her again alive.

With her being this way and never being home, I basically grew up alone with only my thoughts to keep me company. I always think to myself so that it feels like I'm talking to someone. Afterall no one understands me better than my own self.

When it was time for me to finally attend school though I was terrified. I liked my room where I can keep to myself, but dealing with other people was not something I was comfortable with.

On the first stay I was waiting outside of my house with a backpack on waiting for the school bus. I was scared and nervous while waiting for the bus, when it finally arrived it took me a second to actually get on.

When I walked up the stairs and looked to see where I should sit my heart dropped. Every seat had been taken by someone with the others already having two in them.

Panick washed over me, I wanted to sit alone so I didn't have to talk to anyone, but luckily, I thought of a situation where this happened. Since I'm a overthinker this happens quite often, which has helped me many times.

I looked to the closer seats by the front of the bus and scanned all the kids faces, there I saw a boy staring at the window and decided he was the one I'm going to sit with.

I remember that I was screaming in my head that I did it, the boy never said a word and during that time I was very happy for picking the correct seat.

I had started to wake up from my slumber, but I was glad to remember a happy memory.....