Hey all! Well, I hope you guys love this as much as you loved Chosen. I assure you this will be a good story. I decided to do Kiran first because...well...Not much is known about him and he's really kinda cool. And I just know you guys wanna know about his past and all. This story won't be as long as Chosen but it won't be short either. I'm a thinkin' about 30 chaps, but maybe less. I'm bad at predicting so don't listen to me. Anyway, here we go! Oh..and Rowan and Traven won't be in this...well....Rowan might be mentioned once and Traven will be mentioned a few more times, but they won't actually be in the story. Sorry!

Also, if you haven't read Chosen, I seriously suggest you go read it before you read this. Because you might be confused as to who some people/names are. And if you decide to read Chosen after you've read this, it'll ruin a lot of stuff in Chosen for you.

Sins of Slaughter

Summary: A prequel to Chosen. We all know how evil and twisted Kiran was...but why? What happened to him to make him this way? And why did he seem to not even know what love was? This is a story of how Kiran came to meet Ravaa and how she changed his life...and not for the better.

Rating: R for violence, blood & gore, and sexuality.

Genre: Fantasy/Angst

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Chapter One: Young and Innocent

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Birds flew out of a large bush as something jumped over it, startling them into flight.

"Kiran!" an angry voice yelled. "Get back here now!"

The forest was a light and beautiful place. Full of deep greens and browns. The trees seemed to touch the very sky, the tops of them swaying in the gentle afternoon breeze. There were all sorts of trees. Some pines with large cones, some held huge leaves, some small. The ground was covered with tall, thick grass and large flowers. It was a gorgeous forest that held so much love and life. The sun's rays broke through gaps between each leaf and tree, washing down on the earthy forest floor.

But even the beauty of the forest could not hide the troubles within.

A young boy jumped over a rock and landed on the ground just as an arrow went whizzing over his head. He winced, but kept running, his small feet quickly crashing down on twigs and leaves. As he dodged around trees, the sunlight flickered on and off him, showing his handsome face.

He had dark blue eyes and white hair that fell just below his shoulder blades. His ears were of a regular human size, yet they were pointed like an elf's. His face was young and beautiful. He had a perfect shaped nose and small, bow shaped lips. And even though his hair was white, his brows were black for some odd reason.

His clothing was torn and dirty, as though he had rolled down a hill. In his arms he carried what looked to be a bundle, holding it tightly against his chest as he ran. He panted as he jumped over a pile of twigs, stumbling but not stopping.

Finally he came to a rest, glancing back frightfully. But he was alone, except for the occasional pairs of eyes that stared at him from trees, bushes, and holes in the ground. He took in a deep breath, feeling his heart beating rapidly against his chest.

"For a moment I thought they were going to get me," he said as he breathed rapidly, his small shoulders heaving. He turned back the way he was heading and walked down a rather steep hill. When he got to the bottom, there was a stream in which he crossed, the cold water rushing over his sore feet. "I hope Father is not angry with me."

After a little more walking through the pretty forest, he came to stop at a large hut. It looked like any other hut, except for the fact that there were writings in elvish above the doorway. The young elf quickly glanced around, then stole to the back of the hut.

He tucked the bundle under his shirt and opened a door. After taking one step inside, someone stepped into his view.

"What did I tell you, Kiran?" a male elf snarled. "I told you that you needed to stay with your mother and take care of her."

Kiran took a step back, pressing himself against the now shut door. "I only went to find food for Mother. She was hungry and did not want fruit anymore. So I went to village-"

The male grabbed Kiran by the collar of his shirt and the bundle fell to the ground. He dropped Kiran, picking the small blanket up. When he unfolded it, he saw there was a good sized cut of meat along with some bread. His eyes flashed to Kiran. "Did you steal this?"

Kiran stared at the floor in shame, digging his toes into the ground. "Yes, Father."

"And what did I tell you about stealing? Especially from the village?"

"Not to do it."

"Then why did you?"

"Because Mother wanted-" He was cut off when his father backhanded him across the face. Kiran fell to the ground, holding his aching cheek.

"How dare you put this on your mother," his father growled, throwing the food on the ground. "She is dying and you blame her for your crimes?"

"I only meant that I did it for Mother. I did not mean to blame her for my faults-"

"Be silent, boy!" his father hissed. "Ever since you were born you have been a curse to this family. I have not gotten rid of you simply because your mother forbid it. But once she is gone, so are you."

Kiran held his burning face, closing his eyes in pain. He knew there was a bruise forming where his father had struck him, but this came as no surprise. He was used to getting beat down by his father and being yelled at.

"Get up," his father commanded. Kiran slowly got to his feet and his father grabbed a fistful of his snowy hair, dragging him through their house. "Your mother went looking for you while you were gone and she fell. Because of you, Kiran, your mother is going to die soon."

Kiran cried out and tore from his father's hold, not caring that he had left behind a few strands of his white hair in his father's hand. Kiran sped through the house and turned down a dark hallway. He slid through an open doorway, coming to a stop inside a room where light was filtering through curtains.

There was a bed at the far end of the room where someone was resting. Kiran slowly approached the bed, unaware that his father was now right behind him. "Mother?"

A slight movement came from underneath the sheets in the bed and a hand slipped out from under them. It was a slim, gaunt hand, once beautiful but now withered away with sickness.

"Come here, Kiran, my child," a weak voice said.

Kiran stepped over to the bed. "Mother, did you try to find me?"

"I am sorry, Kiran. I tried to find you to help me ready a bath and I tripped over my own clumsy feet." She paused when she coughed lightly. "I am afraid that I have reopened my wound."

Kiran's eyes widened in horror. 'The bite she got from the wolf was deep. Now that it has been torn open again. . .' Kiran gasped, running to the bed. "Mother! Please do not go!"

The sun sparkled gently over the woman's face, revealing her beautiful features. Her eyes were a clear crystal blue, her lips shaped like a heart. Her long white hair was splayed out over the pillows that she lay on. Slowly her chest rose and fell with each painful breath she took. "I am sorry, Kiran, but I must leave."

Kiran fell to his knees, grabbing her slender hand, sobbing into it. "Please Momma, don't go!"

By the door his father frowned. Kiran never used such crude, childish language. 'That boy is the death of my wife, and I will be the death of him.'

Kiran's mother squeezed his hand affectionately, closing her eyes. "I love you, Kiran. Please do not ever forget." Her hand began slipping away as her head slowly fell to the side, her chest falling, exhaling her last breath and then it rose no more.

"Momma!" Kiran sobbed, tears trailing down his fair face. "Momma, I love you!"

Suddenly a pair of large hands grabbed him from behind. "You killed your mother, boy, and now you are going to pay."

"Please, Father!" Kiran pleaded as he was dragged away from his mother's body. "Please! I am sorry!"

His father dropped him, letting him fall to the ground on his back. The young elf dug his feet into the ground as he pushed himself away. His father withdrew something from his pants. . .a whip.

Kiran's eyes widened in fear as his father brought it down upon him. He felt a horrible burning, piercing pain as the whip cracked into his flesh, tearing a large gash down his chest.

He cried out in agony when the leather bit into his skin, making his warm blood trail down his skin. He quickly lashed out, grabbing the end of the whip before his father could pull it back.

"What do you-" His father began but was cut off when Kiran ripped the weapon from his hands. He tossed it across the bedroom and got to his feet, tears of pain running down his face.

Kiran clutched his chest, shoved past his father, and ran down the hallway. He stumbled on his own feet, crashing into the wall. Something cut across his back and he cried out as he was forced to fall on his hands and knees. He could feel his blood trailing down his back.

With a sob he got to his feet, his hair getting in his face. He turned the hall just as his father cracked the whip down again, missing his son by mere inches. Kiran sped through the house and to the backdoor, bursting through it. He tripped and fell, rolling a few feet and causing dirt to get into his wounds. He winced as it burned even more, but got up and continued running. With each step and breath he took, his chest and back screamed in pain.

"Kiran!" his father screamed. "You killed your mother! I will never stop hunting you!"

Silent tears streaming down the ten year old's face and he ran off into the darker part of the forest that stood behind the hut he lived in. The shadows and darkness swallowed him as his stumbling form disappeared.

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Ok, now that's sad. You guys seriously can't hate Kiran that much now, can you? Oh, and for maybe two more chapters Kiran will be a little kid, then it'll flash forward a lot of time to where he's an adult to explain a lot more, ok? But the next two chapters. . .Ah, poor Kiran. Dimmi knows all about it, eh, Dimmi?

Review please! It's muchly appreciated!