Laying helplessly inside the lonely forest was a heavily pregnant woman. Gasping and pleading for her life while she struggled to give birth to her child all by herself.

It was rare to see a pregnant woman all alone during labor, not only was she struggling to birth her child, her life and that of her child was also in danger.

She quickly casted a spell that hid her from other eyes and started struggling to give birth.

She pushed and pushed for a long time, it was as if she was all alone in this world.

She was helpless.

"I have to do this, I have to bring you to this world even if it is the last thing I do. This is my gift for you, my child." She muttered tearily. She was in so much pain trying to hold on.

She pushed for the last time and then the cry of a baby was heard.

*****

It was said twenty years ago that a female child will be born of a dragon father and a witch mother would be the most powerful witch to walk the earth.

This brought so much dispute in the witch's world.

When something like that happened in the past they paid a heavy price for it and wouldn't want that to happen again.

20 years later after the prophecy was made Aranya was born of a dragon father and witch mother.

Fearing that her life will be in danger since the Alpha King Alfredo Garcia was also interested in the 'so called' most powerful witch.

She was hated by the witches and by the werewolves. She was on the run all alive and she wasn't about to give up at any moment.

For a moment her life seems to become normal like that of a normal human being, of course they came back again with all their full strength this time and this time she might not make it out alive.

The Alpha King wanted her dead or alive.

Episode 1 Aranya's POV:

For years I had been trying to live discreetly, I have been begging God if there was one to please keep all the bad things away from me.

I had been trying to live a normal life, the kind of life a human lives but it seems like I could never achieve that no matter how hard I tried.

No matter how much I crave to be normal I will still be that girl, that girl that has been chased her whole life, that girl that a lot of werewolves and witches wanted dead, that girl that can never be normal, the Doom of both the werewolves and the witches.

I didn't beg to be born this way I didn't want this kind of life for myself, I wanted to go to college I wanted to go to high school like every other human being, I wanted all those for myself I don't want to keep moving from one town to the other like I've been doing for the past 17 years.

For the past 10 years I have lived in every town in the United States of America, I was on the run for 10 good years.

When I was four when our house was attacked, mother cast strong black magic and hid me when the werewolves attacked us. In the process of fighting for our lives, she died leaving me all alone.

when I was four I didn't know anything but my survival instinct told me that I was in danger which was why I stayed in one place where my mother cast the spell on me, they tried to break the spell and get me out but they couldn't and so they left and I started wandering throughout the forest, a hunter found me and took me in, he felt pity for me, took care of me till I was 13 and then they came again.

It was like they always looked for the perfect opportunity to strike and they did. I couldn't save them, I couldn't save the hunter and his wife, I couldn't do anything. I was the cause of their death. Throughout my whole life, I have blamed myself for the death of the hunter and his wife.

Maybe if he had left me to die inside the forest he wouldn't have died.

Gosh, why am I thinking about all this right now? I need to go to work.

I got out of bed and hurriedly went inside the bathroom to take my bath.

Two years ago when I moved from California to New York I was lucky to find this woman who runs a bakery shop. She was looking for a helper at that time so I was lucky enough for her to hire me.

I used my salary to pay my bills and keep the rest for myself. These past few years it has been calm for me but I know that it won't last. I have this feeling that very soon I'm going to move again.

Think positively Aranya, just think.

After taking my bath I went back to my room and prepared for work. I wore black Jean trousers and a crop top, put on a little makeup on my face, and grabbed my handbag from the top of my drawer.

I walked downstairs and dropped my bag on top of the couch before going to the kitchen.

Unlike other people, I don't like eating breakfast very early in the morning. Every morning before going to work I make myself a hot chocolate and that's what will be in my stomach until about 9 a.m. before I have my breakfast.

It has something to do with me as a person. Whenever I eat early in the morning I have this stomach cramp and it destroys my day.

I opened my cabinet and brought out a ceramic cup then closed it. I placed the cup on top of the counter and that was when my phone started ringing.

I grabbed my phone from the counter and checked the caller.

I don't have a lot of numbers on my phone. U have always been a very private person.

I only communicate with a few people.

Mrs. Williams, the bakery store owner, and my friend Bethel.

I know that I'm not in a situation where I should have friends but Bethel was very persistent, she used to follow me everywhere wanting to be friends with me. I couldn't do anything else, she was like this crazy girl that wants to get to know me and I am that lonely girl trying to hide from her past, I just couldn't do anything and so I let destiny take the ride, I became friends with her about a year ago and to be honest I was glad that I met her she was one of the sweetest humans I've ever met.

Fortunately, she was the one calling my phone.

"Hey," I greeted boringly. I hate making phone calls.

I don't know if it is weird for me to prefer texting to make phone calls, I don't like calling people on the phone. I guess it is one of my very private attitudes.

No matter how close I was with Bethel, I still couldn't tell her my secret. I still couldn't tell her that I'm not a human. I was scared, scared that she would hate me for life, and scared that they would come after her. Being friends with her alone is a huge thing.

"Are you getting ready for work? I'm about to leave the house right now. I have a meeting by 8:00. How was your night?" She told me, I could hear the cheerfulness in her voice.

She was always happy.

Six months ago she got a job from one of the leading companies in the world as a secretary.

I was happy for her, she was living her dream, getting paid real money, and buying whatever she wanted for herself. Sometimes I live off of her, sometimes when I can't pay the bills she helps me with it but that doesn't mean I'm comfortable with it.

"Yes, I'm about to go to work too," I told her.

"That's great, let's meet tonight for dinner at the restaurant across my street, bills on me." She said and I smiled.

"See you tonight," I responded before hanging up.

Every day of my life I leave it as luck, if I make it tonight I'll be grateful because every day is a danger. I'm not safe. I know that not even here in New York, I was never safe, I was just lucky.