CHAPTER 1
With quick feet, she ran. What was she running from?
People, her people, her country.
What did she do to deserve this? Only her and her alone knew.
But at this point, since she was being chased after, of course the people who was chasing after her knew about her powers. That is the whole reason as to why they are chasing her in the first place. She held something that only she could wield, something that only she could use to her advantage.
Having run away from her homeland, she ran for 3 days non-stop, only stopping for about an hour to get some rest, but as soon as one hour is up, she continues to run. Running away from her enemies made her tired, at this point her barefooted feet were bleeding and was covered in dirt, all bruised up and red. She lost her shoes along the way, seeing as at the time she was running away she was wearing flats, which were not good shoes to be running in. Her feet were aching, almost having gone numb, but she fought on, and continued to run until she reached a town.
She was glad to have seen a place with civilization, she was hoping that the place she ran to would hopefully help her, especially with the wound she was carrying on her body too. Before stopping to talk to anyone, she first wanted to explore what this town looked like. She just had the need to see if there was anyone suspicious who was out looking for her.
The town was quite peaceful, not so bad for a pretty big town. But that was taken back as soon as she saw fire and ice appear out of nowhere with swords flying everywhere.
'Weird town.' she thought, and continued on her way.
At this point though, she was feeling the urge to find someone to help her bandage her wound up and to find some food. She wondered how she made it 3 days without food, but she understood why. It was because her mind was too busy occupying the word 'RUN' in her head that she didn't even think about food. But before she could even think about food, she needed to think about her wound on her stomach. She looked around, seeing that everyone had been minding their own business and not bothering with her, she continued on her path. She walked around for an extra 20 minutes, and happened to walk in front of a huge building. As she looked up to see the sign, the blaring sun shined brightly into her eyes, making them close automatically. As her eyes closed, her wound started to act up. She bent down and put more pressure onto her wound, but as she did so, her world started to blur. She tried so hard to blink her eyes open, but she fell down onto her right side of her body, her left hand still clutching her wound. She then looked back up at the building's sign and sees an insignia.
"A fairy…?" she mumbled out, and a shadow fell upon her. All she saw before her world went black was blonde hair and a built body.
She woke up to the noises that were made from wherever she was. Her eyes slowly blink open and sees a white ceiling. She automatically start to panic and she looks around to find her keys.
"Where am I?" she silently calls out to no one in particular. She then find her keys lying on top of the drawers near her head, she automatically reaches her hand out to grab it. As soon as she grabs her keys, she pulls them close to her, they were the only beings left that she could rely on. After a few seconds of hugging her keys close to her, she looks around the room once again. It looked like an infirmary to her, so nothing bad about that. She then felt something tight around her stomach and realized that her wound was bandaged and wrapped. Since her wound was wrapped, she would assume that someone had picked her up and helped her, thus she got up slowly from the bed she laying down on. She needed to thank the person who helped her and ask for information, on this country and on how things worked here.
Pulling herself together and not really feeling too much pain from her wound, she swings her legs off the bed. Her feet still dangling from the bed, so she seat herself closer to the edge of the bed until her feet makes contact with the cold tiled floor, well her toes met the cold floor, right then realizing that her feet too were wrapped up. She slowly stands up from the edge of the bed and walks forward, towards the door. Before opening the door though, she keeps her hand gripped tightly to her keys, making sure that if she was mistook her savior as an enemy instead. Her breathing was calm, her heart beating every second she waited at the door. But from the other side of the door, all she could hear was shouts and talks and laughter, maybe she had more than one savior. She slowly brings her hand to the doorknob and slowly turn it. Opening the door slowly, the noises became louder. Stepping outside of the room slowly, she walks down a hall and then sees a balcony. As she approached the balcony, things could be heard and seen thrown around. She soon reaches the balcony and slowly peek over it, only to find something fly towards her. With a flinch she closes her eyes and slowly steps backwards, only to lose her balance and fall onto her butt. Her eyes shut close, waiting for the impact of the chair to hit her, but instead of feeling the impact of that chair hit her, she felt an electrifying feeling, a feel of shock and a smell of a storm brewing. She opens her eyes to see a blonde man, and around him lightning bolts surrounded him. But not only was he surrounded in the electricity, she too was surrounded in them.
All the noise in the building seem to have stopped and all attention was given to the blonde man and herself.
To Be Continued…