I don’t have a name, but I am still a member of the Fox-Clan situated in the Dragon Mountains. My father and mother both are three tailed elite members of the clan, and they were the only ones who didn’t admonish me for only having one tail or completely black fur.

True, it isn’t a rarity for a fox-kin to be born with black fur, but mostly some part is different like the tip of the ears and tail. Unlike me, who, even at the tip, is completely in a black color. Only my eyes shine in a silver color, yet making them look like a bottomless abyss, or that is at least what the other kids said.

My parents never hated or punished me for being who I am, they always were there for me, holding my hand and telling me how much they love me. They would always smile at me, filled with pride and joy of their little daughter, but it was only long after that that I learned of the truth of the matter.

Both my father and mother were admonished and hated by the clan for giving birth to a one tailed child when both have three tails. Also, my completely black fur was taken as a bad omen, causing many to hate me before they even tried to find out about me or our circumstance.

I myself was only aware that the other kids feared me because of my fur-color. So when the day came when I received the message that my best friend Skindy became deadly sick, I was shocked and terrified. I didn't want to lose her, especially since she was the only one who didn't leave my side and regularly played with me. Actually, she was fine just the day before, so I couldn't believe that something like this happened to her.

At the time, I of course couldn't think of a reason because I was just too small and naive. So when she died, I was heartbroken. I wouldn't leave my room and cry every night. Sometimes I would visit her grave, but her parent blamed me for her sickness, and the weirdest thing was, I believed it...

I hated myself for bringing her death, so I began to isolate myself. I didn't know, but the rumor that I killed her already proliferated throughout the whole clan, marking me as a calamity. My Family also bore the brunt of it, but they kept staying there at my side, holding me tight even when I cried. They never left me, until...

On a fresh spring morning, I returned home from school only to find my parents... dead and mutilated on the floor. Their blood soaked the floor, causing the wood to appear red...

When I saw this, my mind couldn't take it, so I rejected the idea of it, making me go panic. I immediately ran towards them, crying from my eyes, denying the possibility before me...

“Mommy, Daddy, please... please wake up... No, please dad, mom, I'm home. Please, wake up, please, let's play together... please don't be so silent, Mommy, Daddy, please open your eyes!?!” (Me)

My crying voice was carried throughout the neighborhood, making many people realize that something is wrong.

My mind was blank, I couldn't accept it. My tears didn't stop coming, like a flood that originated from my broken heart. In my state I tried nudging my parents over and over again, even shoving them a little, hoping for them to wake up...

but they didn't...

My mind and heart became more and more desperate, unable to take it. In then end...

Mom and dad never opened their eyes. The little me, I only snuck in between my parents, laying down between them. I hoped,... I hoped that when I laid down, they would open their arms, hugging me in between them. Directing smiling and laughing faces at me...

but they didn't...

I hoped to wake up from this nightmare, hoping that my parents would rush into my room to comfort me...

but they didn't...

I tried to deny reality, hoping that someone would tell me everything is a lie...

but they didn't...

I was desperate, trying to find a way, a way to continue laughing and smiling with my parents, hoping that they would greet me everyday when I return from school...

but they didn't...

Reality was pressed in front of me, making me unable to deny it, even the neighbors showed no pity, saying that I am cursed and the cause of their death... Did I believe it, did I break...?

I did...

On that day, not only my fur and hair, but also my atmosphere became black, making me unable to endure my guilt... because I, I killed them... I am the reason my parents... died...

I am... a calamity...

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…

It has been more than two years since then. I already grew up a lot, but I am still as hated as much as before. In the beginning I tried to find another way, trying to find what I lost, but I never found it. Maybe even now I am looking for it...

My Aura changed over time, actually causing magic around me to dysfunction... No one knew why, but they all said it, because it's true... I am a calamity...

It was on a nice sunny day without clouds, yet for me as dead as any other, when school was about to start that I met him...

He was not even as tall as me, but unlike me, his fur and hair was pure silver, the exact opposite of me... His name is Arin, so I thought he was just another 'lucky one'... but I was wrong...

He is different... He is like a sun. He is kind and caring, yet curious and also serious. I could see him argue with Rune, the guy who, in this school, bullied me the most. He often threw curses at me, trying to make me feel bad, but you can't make me feel worse as I do for what I have done...

He never bullies me physically, probably because he fears my aura?

So after seeing him nearly burst out in violence, I intervened, causing me to get slapped and then abandoned. Well, he will probably scorn me for interfering, but I don't care...

Trying to get up, the boy suddenly jumped from his seat, standing in front of me, probably to hit me...

But he didn't...

He used healing magic on me, which shouldn't be possible because of my peculiar aura. Still, his magic passed through, even if not completely and healed my wound, causing it to return to it's normal state.

I bow quickly to the boy who asked how I was doing, and return to my seat... When I sit down, through my hair I can actually see him surrounded by the other kids. Will he hate me now as well? Well, that's how it goes, nothing changed...

But unlike them, the eyes he directed at me were not ones of scorn or disgust, but interest and... a warm feeling...

It was the day after, that he suddenly approached my table during break time.

He asked me a question, not who I am or what I have already done, only... 'Why are you sitting here alone?'

This question was... new, so I actually took a closer look at his face, but in front of those sincere eyes I only let my head hang once again.

He then keeled down in front of the table, making him be on my eye-level, before he asks the same question again...

Why, why would you ask such questions to me, do you like to torture others with their past!!

“Why, why would someone like you care about me, you have silver fur, and I am a black furred fox with only one tail who brings disaster...” (Me)

This line was what is in my heart. Why would you care about me?? WHY?!?

But his sincere answer, I didn't expect it... it was like denying the wall I created around myself for so long...

“I don't think that fur color is a purpose to look down on someone. I know a lightning-wyrm with a mark and she became a Golden Serpent-Dragon, something normal lightning-wyrms wouldn't be able to archive. So I think it's more like a hidden potential. Plus what reason do I have to look down on you just because I, or you, have a different fur color?” (Arin)

His answer was simple, yet so... damaging. My heart wrenches under this simple answer. I am a calamity, or am I not...? I don't know! Details about my irrationality from the past as well as the chaos caused by the events and it's results suddenly came to mind... was what I believed all a lie... No, I still damage the people around me, I am a calamity, so why?!? Why does it feel so wrong!?!

“Then why, why am I harming those around me?! When I'm not a calamity, what am I!?!” (Me)

I want answers, answers about myself, about my feelings and about... the truth... My heart is racing, fighting a war between the warmth I refused to accept after my parents death as well as the darkness that is me, a calamity.

So why am I asking him, am I so desperate?!? I didn't notice but my hands were clenched, I wanted an answer. But before he could answer, the teacher reappeared, asking everyone to take their seats... But before he sat down, he turned around one more time...

“I don't know your circumstance, but if you are not harming them purposely you are not a calamity. You just carry something no one understands, so you just have to try to understand it yourself, right?” (Arin)

Understand myself? Understand what, what kind of a calamity I am!?!

No, he didn't say that...

My mind and heart are in turmoil, fighting a war inside me...

My thoughts keep turning throughout class, making me unable to concentrate. My aura influences magic, yet his passed by... should I... could it be possible... ???

Question after question formed in my mind, yet I didn't notice that my heart already long decided what to do. Because he may be small, but he emits a warmth that, unlike everyone else, actually managed to reach me...

It was today, that my whole world as I knew it collapsed, and in its stead something else rose, like a phoenix from the ashes... Though not without hardships, so was I still able to see things I never guessed, even finding something I believed long lost...

So, did he really change my world?

Yes, yes he did.