Apple Pie

My earliest childhood memory was when I was probably three or four. We lived in a small wooden cabin in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. It was around the holiday season there was snow everywhere on the ground - my mother couldn't work because she couldn't leave the house. The roads were so snow covered a state of emergency was issued - not that I knew what that meant then. But I knew my mother wouldn't have been home otherwise.


Security blankets were not something I had as a child. Before coming to the Venatori I didn't need one, I was safe in the knowledge that I was loved but it was shattered when my mother spat at me for being a monster - an uncontrollable and dangerous magnus that would end up hurting more people than she cared to count. She saw only one thing about me - hated me for it.