"I-I, um, y-you a-are...." My step-mother stammers, frightened like a doe. "We are sending you to Mythical School...." My father says simply. I growl, "You mean you are selling me to mythical school!" My 'father' looks at me, emotionless, "Why do you think that?" "You are so afraid of me transforming into something more powerful than you that you are selling me away! You knew mom's animal, and knew she was powerful, that's why you let her die!" I scream in tears. My father growls, and turns around. "Take her away," he whispers dangerously.