I hate my supposed "parents" so much I have been walking along the beach every time I think I'll do something drastic. Right now I'm walking the beach, my "parents" are in one of the screaming fits, they're going through a divorce, I don't think I'm even related to them. I don't think I was even adopted, when ever I asked about my "parents" change the subject one night I overheard them. They were both drunk as skunks, my father was screaming at the top of his lungs about how they should never have stolen that bastard. I want to run away but it's not possible. Not unless I had help, which brings me to now, I was walking on the beach when I saw her she must have washed up on shore but from where? I went to her side, touched her shoulder "Miss, are you okay?" I asked she stirred suddenly I felt something cold and sharp pressed against my throat. "Who are you?" she demanded coldly. "I am Zamir. Who are you?" I answered quickly "My name is Anna Valerious." She said as she removed her dagger from my throat, "Where are you from?" I asked "Transylvania." "Really, you are very far from home. We're on the coast of the Black Sea."