So a couple of weeks past uneventfully. I joked with my friends (although Gergy was still in shock over the gruesome dead of his boss) I played with my little brother and I practiced my magic. I was getting really good at the arcane arts. I was the first real sorceress in my bloodline, everybody else wasn’t really good at magic but for some reason I had been born with an innate talent for it! I used my cantrips to dazzle my little brother Phen. He’s only 24. After a while of playing hide and go seek with him (while I was using the cantrip to whisper from a distance) I decided to go out and see my friends.
We met down by the river on the outskirts of the village to go fishing and possibly swimming. We played and talked and then one of my friends decided it would be funny to play dead in the middle of the river. What I did next scared the crap out of me. I walked over to him and tried to get him to answer some silly question. When he didn’t answer I shoved his face further into the water…and just held his head there. My friends were too busy talking among themselves to realize he was thrashing in agony and fear, and that he was NOT playing. It wasn’t until he stopped that I pulled my hand away from his head and realized what I had done. My friends finally looked over and saw my face, the tears running down my face and the look of dread plastered on it. They ran over and pushed me away from my friends limp body. I stumbled and fell back into the river, still looking up at them. As they were carrying him to the village doctor one of them turned around and only said one thing.
I ran as fast as I could to my house. I damn near broke down the door running into it. I didn’t stop for my moms voice or my little brothers, even though it killed me inside to hear him asking my mom why I was crying. I lept on the bed and cried for what seemed like hours until I finally couldn’t cry anymore and fell asleep.
My mother woke me up in the middle of the night and told me the time had unfortunately come to tell me the truth; the truth about why I have my magical ability, the reason why i’ve been acting the way I have…All of it. She sat me down and told me that when I was born My mother and father had been overjoyed. They had wanted a little girl and had tried so hard for one. I was my mothers little miracle and there was nothing anybody could do to change that. However the joy vanished when my mother had noticed a scar on my fathers hand one night. A long, ugly scar that went along the whole length of his palm. She tried to persuade him to tell her where he had gotten the scar. My father was apparently always an honest man with a huge sense of humor, but he dared not tell her where he got the scar. She left it alone but it ate at her for days. Something had not been right. She finally after days of fighting finally got him to tell her where the scar was from. He had made a deal with a demon one day while out hunting. The demon appeared to him in the guise of an old man, so my father decided to sit down and tell him of his woes. How him and his wife wanted children but no matter how hard they tried they seemed to fail. The old man then proceeded to pull out a oddly shaped knife and slit his hand. The old man smiled and told my father that if he were to cut and shake his hand, he could guarantee that they would be able to bare children the next time he tried. My father without thinking about the consequences, cut himself upon the blade and shook the mans hand.
The old man then shed his guise and there standing before my father was a demon. The demon told my father that he would indeed bare children, but they would have his abyssal bloodline running through their veins as well and would soon follow on the path of evil, that the demons legacy would yet again live on in another victim. And with that he was gone.
I cried as my mother stopped speaking and looked up at me, tears lining her own eyes. She hugged me and apologized to me for not telling me sooner. I just hugged her back, that was all I really could do. She told me that the elder knew, and if it ever came to it, he would have me personally killed.
My mother leaned back and put my hands on the sides of my face.
“Run Puc, far away from here and never look back. I believe in you, you can beat this. I will be happy as long as I know you are alive.” She told me. I busted into tears but nodded not fully comprehending what was happening as of yet.
After she left I packed my things I went to my little brothers room and kissed him on the forehead. It was so hard to know that I probably was never going to see him again. I walked out of the room and down the stairs only to be greeted by my mother and my friend Sheshgar. He had been my best friend as long as I could remember. He smiled sadly at me and hugged me.
“I want you to take Burvir” He said, motioning to his dog that I played with every time I saw him. I started to wale. I didn’t want to leave everything I knew, I felt like I wanted to die, the world was so unfair. But I took the oversized dog, climbed onto his back and rode out of the city in the dead of night.
I looked back with tears in my eyes
“goodbye” I whispered and never looked back again.