It had been a while i had gotten out of the house,i felt cramped because my 17 relatives were staying in my moms small 7 bedroom home.Stepping outside,the cool air hit my face harshly,as if slapping me with frost.I steered past the trees of my old home and came into an unfamiliar clearing.See..I know the woods like the back of my hand,lived here since I was 4,I never get lost,even when it’s pitch black I can still navigate,but this clearing seemed new..I started to walk the path,but something wasn’t right,it got colder and colder and colder then completely warm,but there was a misty fog like substance surrounding the path.I tried to touch the path but it burned me harshly.Confusion took over my face as I tried to walk past it but as soon as I walked past it,I suddenly couldn’t breathe,my whole body felt like it was on fire.I quickly got out,coughing and gasping for air.

As soon as I made it home my grandmother was in the middle of a story,which she always did to scare my younger siblings,I was on my way to my room when the story she was telling caught me by surprise.I walked into the kitchen and pretended to make a sandwich while I eavesdropped.The story went like this.”There was a young demon who fell in love with a human,they had a kid and the human died,and turned to a misty fog,and when the demon/human spawn touched the fog,they started to burn and couldn’t breathe,because they’ve walked upon their dead parent.”

My mouth was opened wide,with shock.I looked at my grandmother and..turns out,she was looking at me with a smile.”And now you see why your name is Misty” her grandmother said as she changed stories as quickly as she’d finished