Why live when your fate is to die? My fate is to die on my 13th birthday....
I'm Maura and I'm 11 years old. All my life I've been a servant to GM. No one knows his real name, really. Rumors say GM means Great Master. One would say Grueling Monster, but I'm one of three who have seen him. He is not a monster; I wouldn't call him man, though.
I mean, he's human, but he's too malicious to be honorable enough to be called MAN. He keeps an extra close eye on me because I've seen him. He says I have some special power called Animal-Monster...um... I never heard the last word correctly. He started mumbling by then.
AMC or AMG. One of those two initials.
"Maura! Baby girl! Give Daddy a hug!" Jake is an always-drunk 50-year-old servant. He hugs me tightly. I struggle to get out of his bear hug but I don't succeed. "I'm not a baby and you're not my dad, you creep," I say so calmly and seriously it makes me smile.
He smiles at me and says, "GM wants to talk to you." I frown. "Me? No, he must've meant a different Maura!" Jake frowns with me now. "GM wants YOU. Isn't that good?" I just stand there.
I walk into GM's office, give a quick glare at the guards who carried me in, and wait for GM to talk.
"Can you see me, Maura?!" GM asks playfully. I squint around the room and see his chair swivel and there he is. "What sort of crap game are you playing? No duh I can see you," I say, a little angrily. He looks at me, eyes losing their sparkle.
"I-I-I...I'm invisible though..." he says somberly. "Not really," I say, rather rudely. "At least to everyone else, I am." He sighs sadly. I just stand there, hand in the pockets of my too-short-for-my-taste denim shorts.
"Put your hood down, Maura. My guests want to see your face." I make a confused look on my face and pull down the hood from my oversized red hoodie, exposing my tan skin, blue eyes, and long blonde hair.
"What a freak." I look around. GM didn't say that. Who did?
By @AnimatedStudios
