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Hey guyss guess who got inspiration for this storyy?
Thats right I did! well actually, i was just MORTIFIED at how horribly written this thing was so I decided to re-write it.
*Actually if you wanna get all technical, this is like the fifth time re-writing it without totally changing everything.*

Meet Keira!

A small girl with short pink quills walked down a long rocky road. There was a lush forest filled with greenery on either side of her. She looked around, realizing she had gone in a full circle. She sighed heavily, running a hand though her quills.

"Great." she muttered, "I'm back where I started. Now I have nothing to do." She glanced over her shoulder at some kids, younger than she, played together. Again, she sighed.

"I HATE this!" she yelled to no one in particular, "I'm an out-cast! Why do I even bother?! All The kids hate me just cause I'm an orphan. I don't get what that has to do with anything. I mean most of them are orphans as well...."

"Heads up!" A voice called.

"Wha-?" was all she could even think of saying before...

WHACK! She was in the head with a dodge ball. Not a nice soft one either, it was one of those hard rubber ones that were always filled with too much air, or to little, in this case however, it was too much.

The impact from the ball was enough to knock her over onto her butt. Rubbing her head she peered up, squinting against the sun. Faintly she could make out one of the town bullies.

"No need to say sorry!" He called over his shoulder as he picked up the dodge ball, "Its just Keira!" He looked back to her for a moment before sticking out his tongue at her and running back to his little possy of 'Oh-so-tough' friends. When in reality everyone knew they were cowards.

"I hate that guy..." Keira muttered to herself.

Getting up, off the ground, Keira brushed herself off. Keira doesn't know her parents. She barely even remembers them. All she knows is that her pendant around her neck that she always wares gives her magic powers, and her shrinking and expanding metal staff is from her father.

Keira watched for a moment, as the bullies pointed and laughed. Making rude hand gestures and faces. She wouldn't cry. Those fools weren't worth the time or the tears. If only she had leaned that sooner.

"You know what!?" she yelled to them, she couldn't take it anymore! Years of ridiculing had all come to her in a rush and in a moment smaller than the time it takes to blink. She had made her decision. "You won! You know that?! I'm outta here!"

Keira stormed off to her little home- well actually it was more of a shack, and gathered her things. It wasn't much, just some food, and a blanket incase it got cold at night. Keira brought her pillow as well, the case could be used as a bag to hold things, and the pillow would just be nice to have.

Keira left the village with out as much as even a backwards glance at it. Every year there was a living hell. She would go and find some where that would accept her, and over time, they would hear her wounds.

Time went by as the girl traveled all over. She met some real nice people and made some new memories. The one that were the most prevalent in her mind however, were still from her years at the village. Nothing seemed to erase them.

She wanted to settle down in nice place somewhere and just start over, but she just couldn't bring herself too. None of the places felt... right, to her. She needed a place that felt like home. Something she hadn't felt since she was small.

Wanted was the key word. She could have stopped with some nice people a couple of times but she couldn't. Something kept her going. The sense of adventure, danger, not knowing what the next day would bring...! It all coursed though her veins, and it made her feel... alive.

It was late at night. The critters of the night just awaking and Keira perched up in a tree just dozing off. Keira stared up at the night sky, strangely bright even for out in the forest, away from the city smog.

"Mmmm, this is the life..." She murmured before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

In the dream, there were blue flashes all over the place, fast ones. Faster than fast! Keira felt like she had to run to keep up, run with everything she had. Like in all dreams, however, the more she ran the farther away the spastic blue ball was from her.

Waking with a start she sat upright. What kind of dream was that? There was mist shrouding the tree tops still as the sun just came to a rise. Keira's clothes we're slightly damp from the morning dew. Brushing her quills free of any dew she sat on the branch. Just staring.

Keira blinked, "Well..." she started to herself, "Its a new day, Keira." Smiling softly she got down from the tree and started to walk. To where, she didn't know, but she had a good feeling.

"After all, everyday brings new adventures."